Overlord Vol 13 Novels & Stories

It collided with Gideon's handprint, both exploding into nothingness. Alberto, narrowly escaping death, was overjoyed. He turned his gaze forward and saw the ocean split apart. A white-haired elder slowly walked out. Seeing him, Alberto clung to hope like a drowning man clutching a lifeline. "Overlord! Overlord, you're here! The heavens haven't abandoned me after all! Overlord, save me!" Alberto screamed hysterically. The white-haired elder, known as Overlord, snorted coldly and barked, "You disgraceful fool! Apologize!"

With one hit on his neck, the fool passed out cold. Coward. “You!” I barked, pointing at the man that stood beside the one I’d dragged out. “What’s with him?” I asked, disgusted at how he was whimpering. I don’t recruit cowards, how the hell did he make it here? The man fell to his knees, his head bowed as he spoke. “He’s my younger brother, Overlord. And despite how he looks or acts, he’s strong. He just….” His voice trailed.

They arrived this afternoon and are already working with the Royal troops on the plan’s next step. Orrin also called Tobias, the oldest living dragon shifter in existence, the first of his kind. Tobias is hundreds of thousands of years old, and Orrin hopes Tobias knows who Thomas is and where he came from. Each shifter of every species is ruled by their King or Queen, Emperor or Empress. Every monarch has data on every person in their realm. Though I’m sure, the same goes for hybrids outside of wolf shifters. Goddess, I was so ignorant to anything other than my own kind. Sure, I know many things, enough to get by anyway, but I know nothing of importance.

But he would send it to Maud, and it would be protected. “Yes, yes,” Erriene said with impatience. “Now tell me, why are there soldiers all over the temple?” Alarick had spent the last two days sending letters to Maud to let his father know of his plans, and waiting for a good amount of soldiers to travel to the Temple of Cyndel. He had sent some men around to find the trolls’ positions across the land and he had a good plan on how to ambush them. Now it was the time to go.

I slammed my hands repeated against the headrest, “That fucking weasel thinks I am a joke! These humans always look for ways to annoy me.” “Apologies Alpha. I never knew he had something else up his sleeve. I would contact his secretary and find out what happened.” Paul replied trying to make things right. “Is this not the same company you have been reaching out to partner with?” Paul paused for a minute staring out the window. “E… Earl!” he muttered. I veered around and there that mutt stood shaking hands with Mr Cruz all smiles. Something in me wanted to rip his heart out but exposure in the human world is not necessary!

Mathias asked, surprised. Candice had just retrieved her scroll back when Thaddeus suspiciously asked, "This powerful ally, what is his name?" She let a broad smile spread her lips as she clutched the scroll firmly to her chest. "My elders, you know who he is. He is our Lord and Alpha, King Wayne. Son of Warren Wyatt, leader of the pack of the grey wolves. Protector of the plane Weode and all its hinterlands." "Welcome to a new era. You have pledged your allegiance to him and to the new world he will create."

IF THIS IS A DEAD END, I AM GOING TO BUST RIGHT THROUGH IT! A scorching, unprecedented power detonated in the back of my mind. "Hey!" I screamed, ignoring Hudson's panicked shout to stay put, stepping entirely out of cover and exposing myself to the entire battlefield. Hearing my voice, every single raider instinctively turned to look at me. Instantly, the chaotic, deafening battlefield was violently paused. Every charging raider, every grinning killer, froze mid-step. The bloodlust drained from their eyes, instantly replaced by a glazed, fanatical obsession. They couldn't look away.

“I have. I’ve tried to get it out of him. But he truly doesn’t know the depths of it.” I gave him a questioning look. “It was a spell he did from a book of Seals that King Detry possesses. Hawk didn’t even know what all it entailed.” Warlord sighed. “And he certainly didn’t know the girl was my sister.” “That is why he obeys you so thoroughly.” Warlord blew a thoughtful breath. “Both from remorse and fear of what would happen the day I decided to seek vengeance.” “You would destroy him.” I supplied. “I could. If I wished.”

Isolde, perceptive as always, noticed the worry etched on my face. “Agnes,” she began gently, her eyes filled with concern, “what troubles you? You look as though you’ve seen a ghost.” I sighed, unable to keep the troubling vision to myself. “It’s Elder Magnus. I asked him to glimpse into the future, to see what awaits us if we go to war against King Crowell.” Isolde’s brows furrowed with worry. “And what did he see?” I recounted Elder Magnus’s words, the bleak and haunting images he had described. “He saw death, Isolde. Destruction and the end of our sacred order. It’s a future filled with darkness.”

"And I want the night to last forever. Our interests align. His gates will flood this world with primal energy. Magic will return as the dominant force. And my children will inherit the eternal dark." Amy stepped forward, her dual blades forming instinctively. "You want to turn the world into a buffet." The Overlord's smile showed perfect, sharp teeth. "I prefer to think of it as... restoring the natural order. Predator and prey." "Enough talk," Classy said, crouching and touching the ground. The concrete surged up, forming a barrier between them and the Overlord. "You want a fight? Let's fight." Windwalker clapped from his perch. Bravo! Straight to the action!