Overlord Undead King Mga Nobela at Kwento

"The warlord. I'm looking for him." He stared for a second, then burst out laughing again. "You really are drunk, aren't you? How many bottles did you steal from the cellars?" My throat tightened. "What do you mean?" "Darius Venn's been dead for centuries," he said, still smiling. "You only hear stories about him now. They teach his tyranny in schools. You must be new here if you don't know that." His words slammed into me, dull and heavy. "Dead?" I repeated. "He just—he just killed me moments ago."

It changed to blue color and directly disappeared into Virando’s palms. “I’ll be the only and ultimate king throughout the demons-realm! All people will kneel down under my feet, will lift up their heads to see me! I’m the only king throughout the demons-realm! King Richard Orlando Lie is the only king in this demons-realm! Hahaha... Hahaha...” King Richard Orlando went on shouting, screaming, yelling the meaningless words, clauses, and also sentences, within his own daydreaming and also imaginary world.

“I’m not interested in your plans. What I want to know is how I can return to my world!” The king, ignoring my tantrum, shook his head. “Still you don’t believe us, do you?” “No.” I wasn’t easily compelled by his words. I need evidence. Concrete evidence. “As expected,” the king muttered, and then glanced at an arched opening next to the fireplace. From the dark, a man—a wannabe of Sauron with long graying hair and beard, garbed in an emerald-green robe—stepped inside the room. He held a staff—very typical, might I add—with a black stone in the middle, set in a ridiculous golden oval frame.

please tell her as my last wish I know I don't deserve that velliam:- now you talking like true king and new human but it too late. you and I are come way to far to go back I will you kill you and your daughter will take your throne and rule in her way king smile and say "thanks for being my daughter" then velliam cut off his head and he was dead in both reality and mind

He said the line confidently and got up from his seat while raising his fist in the air. “The hycwens are suddenly attacking your pack, Trecdor shows up and tries to demean you, Mark tries to kill you and then there is this stupid wound of yours that never heals. On top of it, now we have a rogue werewolf and possibly an organization that is planning to create werewolves like robots.” Valencia looked at him in a daze, “All of this, to overthrow me? Aren’t you giving me too much credit?” The alpha shrugged his shoulders, “come to think of it, its your cousin who had three cubs. It all boils down to you.”

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

The monster who had slaughtered kingdoms, burned cities, caused a major chaos was answering to someone else? My laughter was humourless when it came. “You’re saying the Rogue King isn’t the final boss?” Frederick’s lips curved into a faint, grim smile. “He was never the top of the chain.” My pulse thundered in my ears at the weight of this information. “Then what the hell does my father have to do with this?” His eyes glinted with deep regret. “Tell me, Cardan,” he said softly, “have you ever heard of the Undead?”

I've seen paintings of him before, elders told stories about him during the full moon gathering since I was a child. My eyes widened as the realization suddenly hit me No... It couldn't be... "Lilith..." Oliver smiled. "I'd like you to meet someone." My heart raced as I continued to stare at him. "This is godfather Vincent, the king of all the werewolf clans, including ours." The words echoed repeatedly inside my mind. It is really him. The King. The Alpha King. The legendary ruler whose name I had heard in stories since I was a little girl. He had taken over his father's throne at eighteen after his death, and he has ruled over all the werewolf clans ever since then.

“I can control them.” He laughed, the sound echoing across the eerily quiet campus. “I’m the king of this place,” he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. For a fleeting moment, a grandiose vision filled his mind—him, ruling not just the campus but the entire country, commanding an army of the undead. But he brushed the thought aside, shaking his head. “First things first,” he said to himself, strolling leisurely through the campus. Zombies parted before him as if sensing his dominance, their groans low and deferential. Akin whistled as he walked, enjoying the strange, twisted power he now wielded.

"The King summons the entire royal family to the throne room. Immediately." Liliana and I locked eyes. Her crazed expression intensified. "It must be about the coronation!" In the throne room, the Night King sat on his obsidian throne, his face darker than a storm cloud. Damien stood beside him, pale and drawn, a thick bandage wrapped around his wrist. Queen Victoria and several High Elders were present. The air was thick with tension. "Damien," the King's voice was a low rumble of thunder. "The undead tide on the border was supposed to be crushed within a month. Why is it still raging?"