Novel & Cerita Overlord Undead King

"Worse than we imagined? What do you mean?" He reached out and gripped my arm, his eyes wild with urgency. "The Vampire King isn't just trying to take over the kingdom – he's planning to unleash a horde of undead soldiers to wipe out every last one of us." I felt the blood drain from my face. "But how is that possible? We've been fighting his forces for years, and we've never seen anything like that." Elijah shook his head, his expression grim. "That's because he's been saving his most powerful weapon for a decisive strike. He's been amassing an army of the dead, and now he's ready to unleash them upon us."

They walked along the wall, ignoring the few people present and Ilna's personal guard, who followed a little behind. - You are right about one thing, young lady. There are so many books in this library that no person could read in his entire life. The first volumes appeared here many centuries ago, under the glorious King Gardward. Then I was a young caretaker, and was happy to find myself in such an important position in a new, just built castle. In my human lifetime there have been three kings. The third was Sanader - a powerful vampire. He came to the castle, hiding his essence, and fell in love with the daughter of Kladay, the ruler of western Ligiria, cruel but fair. All this happened b

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

“Forgive me if I have offended you, General.” “Not at all, Your Highness,” Edric said, but his face stayed dark, “You are here, however, in the Snowsong Alliance. It is your father himself, the late King Letholdus Aragon, who ordered me to take command of every human in the Underworld, whoever the person is. And you, stepping in this wretched land, means you hold no power and influence in this world. Besides, it is you yourself who’ve said earlier that you are nothing but a regular man in this foreign land.”

Anything. That’s when the forest started moving. Shadows shifted between the trees. Too many of them and moving wrong, like people walking on broken legs. “Something’s coming,” I said. Every weapon came up at once. The fighters formed a loose circle facing outward. The shadows stepped into the clearing and my stomach tried to come up my throat. Undead. Dozens of them. Corpses walking on feet that should have rotted away. Eyes glowing that sickly green that meant the Rogue King’s magic animated what used to be people.

Fredrick murdered you 120 years ago at the request of his father to become the Mafia boss. He is no longer a Mafia boss but a king. What! How could This be? He has turned his mansion into a palace. Time has passed, and his mansion does not exist in modern times, but he is still very much king of undead. We have brought you back to kill him and set our people free. You are the last known person that he loved. What he is, we don't know but we called him the reincarnation of the devil. He is a Monster. Th...then what are you? Ha! Ha!! We are a Witches and You, Molly, are a walking dead.

He was stunned and facepalmed when he saw her looking at the huge portrait that was hung up on the wall. It was the portrait of the king before King Cassian's grandfather, King Leferve Von Vendela, in the history of the vampire kings, he was the cruelest and most dangerous king of his time, he didn't blink his lashes before eliminating anyone. In the annals of vampire history, few names invoked as much terror and revulsion as that of King Leferve Von Vendela. His reign was marked by unparalleled cruelty, his insatiable appetite for power and domination casting a dark shadow over the vampire realm.

I had just about 50 direct children in my coven. I had changed a lot more but I'd let them form their own coven and break off from me. He had around five hundred from what it seemed and he thought he could encroach on my territory. What he didn't seem to remember was. I was the king of vampires for a reason. I may not show power but I owned all the power. Every once in a while a foolish vampire tried to covet my power. They tried to challenge me for my position. They always found out why it was not only stupid but illogical to do that. The older Sired knew better but these newer ones had to be taught why I was called The Black Death.

Not edited Layla was in the middle of a hallway that seemed too familiar to be a mirage of illusion when she saw a man inside the parlor pouring himself alcohol from the exquisite glass bottle and there was not much that reflected on his face. He wasn't sad enough to cry and didn't looked to be happy either instead there was a calm that spread throughout the place including his own demeanor, his father's funeral took a day after Layla and the person to be made the new Duke of Everdale was his brother Karl.

Coldness washed over the body of the old man and then, his eyes shut and his heart stopped beating. "Pretty fun. It's nice to visit the human world again." Adonis pulled away from the man and took a step backwards, his cold gaze still on the dead man's body. He was the King of all death angels, the end of every living thing. The end of the first living thing and he would be the end of the last living thing. He turned backwards and vanished away, into thin air. * "The Death King is here!" "He... He is really here!" "He came to the human world himself!"