Overlord Undead King Novels & Stories

Take the heat off himself and put it on us. “Got anything you can do to prove you are a witch?” Lawler links with me. “Yup, you might not like it, though.” “That is ok.” He assures me as we take the podium next to the King. “Good evening, everyone. I am King Brandt of the Northern Vampire Kingdom, and this is.” “His Queen and Mate.” The King interrupts. He is not the only one who knows of my truth and who I am. The realization makes me smile inwardly. I have this man right where I want him.

In a moment of solemnity, Julius stepped forward, a goblet raised high in his hand. The room fell silent as he addressed the gathered vampires, his voice filled with warmth and wisdom. "Tonight, we celebrate not only the ascension of Christian and Mary to the throne but also the unity and strength of our vampire kingdom," Julius began, his words echoing throughout the hall. "May their reign be filled with prosperity, peace, and love for our people. Let us raise our glasses to the new king and queen!"

"My name is Kael Drathlor, King and Ruler of the Kingdom of Vadriona, home to all werewolves and Lycans. Contrary to what had been said about me in recent months, I am not dead and buried in the ground." He brought Lord Mortis's head forward, raising it up for all to see. "This bastard here betrayed me, tried to use my mate, my woman, against me and take the throne." He then let out a chuckle. "But, he didn't know any better. The gods do not make mistakes, you see? My day of misfortune turned out to be my greatest blessing, all thanks to this idiot."

J 12:33 before daybreak They were almost out of ammo. The undead were former soldiers, but they were now under the command of Papa Nightmare—someone who, Roo now knew, while brutal and merciless, was inexperienced as a military leader. The Voudon priest was used to a brute-force approach. The number of dismantled Civil War-era corpses piled up in the storage unit was a testament to Papa Nightmare’s lack of military acumen.

Staring at the lifeless body of the Overlord made King Darren feel more dread. Even in death, the eerie aura that followed the leader of Skullis still existed. Without making much noise, the men that transported the Overlord from the seated position he was found, covered the dead body and stood aside, awaiting the next set of instructions. A terrible tugging in his chest, Darren took his sight off the Overlord’s body. He looked past the windows and saw how the moon kept shining bright, unaware that some sort of a disaster had befallen the kingdom.

They looked frightening, armed with long sabers. In the middle of the hall was a black throne, on top of which sat a burly man. The man was wearing a black and gold dragon robe. He had a pair of sharp eyes that could see through all the good and evil in the world. It was the king of the underworld, the King of the Dead. The black shadow who brought Chester along with him to the hall knelt on the ground respectfully and spoke to the King of the Dead, "His Majesty, I just caught a dying person on the Soul Offering Road."

By using her super combo to upgrade [Command Undead], Ingrid was able to encompass the entire army of undead with a single combination. From Ingrid a strange purple mist arose which swept through an unnatural black wind the entire area where the undead were found. After a second, the undead suddenly stopped. ♦ ♦ ♦ "Im-Im-Impossible!" Francis stuttered at the loss of his army "How?" "Simple" Zark started as he pointed his finger in the direction of the armored figure next to Francis "The culprit is that Wight King who is under your control." "Que?!" In disbelief, Francis looked at the Wight King and then burst out laughing “Ha, you're just talking nonsense, he's totally under my control. I ca

“And you’re lucky you’re still alive.” Her sobbing started again, softer this time, more defeated. I leaned my head back against the wall, closing my eyes. Letta crying. Roc disappointed. Marco disgusted. The Riccis laughing upstairs. Sara with a hammer. And me? Alone. Forgotten. A king without a kingdom. A leader without followers. A man without a future. And for the first time…I wondered if this room, this cold, stripped‑down box, was where I was going to die. ***Letta

My mouth burned the moment his member entered but the pain only made me want more of him. At first it was difficult as his dick was too big to fit in my mouth, but seconds later, I adapted. I soon found myself sucking his juicy cock, drool dripping down my lips as my head bobbed up and down. It didn't take me long to realize that this wasn't his doing any longer, but mine. I wanted him badly, to have his burning cum coating the walls of my mouth. I wanted… the Demon King. I know it sounds like a lot, but it didn't start here. Let me tell you how I summoned the Hell Overlord–and made a deal I couldn't escape.

Elena wanted to explain everything, she wanted to tell him what had happened but the words disappeared from her mind completely. She couldn’t explain anything at all. And... … Meanwhile, deep beneath the earth... The Underworld. Hundreds of thousands of Umbreals stood waiting, growing stronger day by day as they prepared themselves for the command of their king. The Demon King who ruled the Underworld sat upon his throne, darkness writhing endlessly around him. A crown forged from the deepest shadows rested upon his head and for the very first time in thousands of years he felt something strange. Something that made his long-dead heart ache violently.