Overlord Undead King Novels & Stories

"You know what the First Lord demands. If you cannot provide an heir to bridge these two powerful syndicates, the King will not just strip your title—he will have us all executed." I walked toward the heavy oak door, my footsteps echoing against the polished marble. "Then I will ensure an heir is born. Whether through blood or through the dark arts of the underground, this bloodline will not end with me." I sat in the dim light of the back office, the scent of expensive cigar smoke and old, damp concrete clinging to the air. My uncle, the King, leaned back in his chair, his eyes tracking my every movement. He had expected me to be broken after years in the pits, to be a shell of the man I wa

The atmosphere tensed up, as fear gripped all of them. Meanwhile, sitting on the throne now, is a figure, dressed in all black, with a big black cloak, on his body, the big hoodie, covering his head, making his face invisible, but anyone could tell that he is a dangerous creature. Standing up on his feet, slowly, he took his hand to his head, and held the tip of the hoodie, before letting it fall off his face, revealing the most beautiful face ever. Yes, he's beautiful, he is a man, but saying he's cute or handsome, is an understatement. His lips are the most perfect lips, which you would kill to have a taste of, his pointed nose, the most beautiful of them all, which your fingers would itch

Slightly, but still present. "No one gets harmed?" Mikaela asked again and shoved her empty plate away from her. I had long since stopped eating, a mess of food still on my plate. Julian nodded fast and looked her dead in the eyes. "I would never harm another living soul unless they provoke me or harm anyone I love. Unless there is an absolute need for it. They all do it willingly. Mostly higher ranking officials in governments." He admitted, Adam's apple bobbing. This man was a king. Not just any king. An all powerful vampire king. His subjects were beneath him, humans even further down the line. How could one man care so much? The thought drove me insane. My mind wandered off for a second

He left him dying, thrashing on the floor. "Next. Make it quick. We still have to chop the bodies." Fuck! This will be a long night and he had to address the underworld at dawn. It was high time to re-established the hierarchy. Time to remind them who he was. *** The General Alec Shit! And he thought he was violent and brutal. That paled in comparison with what he had witnessed tonight. He prayed to all that's holy the boss's woman will wake up soon. Or the tzar will lose his anchor to sanity.

"You think I’m just a creature of hunger and old grudges. But you don't know the origin of the Crown. You don't know why I am the way I am." He paused, his eyes turning distant, reflecting a history that felt older than the mountains. "Before the empires, before the written word, there was the Void a space between dimensions where nothing existed, not light, not sound, not even time. I wasn't born, Andrea. I was a scrap of consciousness pulled from that nothingness, woven together by the first architects of this world to serve as a tether between the living and the dead. I was never meant to be a king. I was meant to be a lock."

"Know your place! If you want to die, I'll make your wish come true!" Harold scoffed, before launching a punch at Vincent at the speed of lightning. "Come on!" Vincent charged forward to face Harold's attack. The members of other families stirred. "It's over. Vincent Poole is so dead!" "I heard that the Northern King has reached the Overlord State a few days ago!" "Vincent Poole is just a Semi-Overlord. He must have a death wish for challenging Harold Lowe!"

Ran lifted King and placed him on his shoulders while King chuckled at the impromptu ride onto his uncle's back. King looked out without fear at Vampires, shape-shifters, Lycans, pixies and fairies, possibly a leprechaun, and many other types of Supernaturals I didn't recognize. King held onto Ran's head for balance and raised his hand. "Hi. I'm King of the Underworld." He peeked at me. "Okay, I'm King Russell." "You are King of the Underworld!" I called out. "That's your name, and you be proud of it!"

But this time, a report indicated that the same thing was happening in another dangerous region. "What’s going on? How could this be? I don’t recall this ever happening before, and where did they come from?” Yin Shi was so furious he slammed his hand down on the armrest of his chair upon hearing that the creatures had appeared in his Desert region. In fact, they were no longer beasts but human-shaped undead, each possessing considerable power. Their strength surpassed that of kings, and some even called themselves “Kings of the Dead.”

As a result, when we got back home, Reive settled himself on the sofa, near the fire, and I started to walk back and forth, biting my nails and blushing under his mocking look. “You are the Undead King, aren’t you?” I gasped, stopping and holding wide my arms. “You’re Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel! The ruler of Aldenor, overthrown seven hundred years ago!” The necromancer grimaced, but didn’t stop smiling, “Little one, let’s not speak about this: ‘overthrown ruler’ and all that blah-blah-blah. Yeah, I’m the Undead King. Yeah, the very one who lived seven hundred years ago”.

Now I just need to find a way to make it stronger. The Undead’s son is proving to be more difficult to handle than his father. He rebels against me every step of the way. I might need to get rid of him. The issue is I do not know how. I have made him to be immortal and I cannot kill him. I have not seen how the old king killed my first creation, I do not know what he has done to end the life of my Undead. … I have lost the young Undead. I cannot find him and neither can Cornelia, even with her gift of clairvoyance. This is getting out of hand. We need to stop the young one before he does something idiotic.