Overlord Vol 15 Novels & Stories

Gabriella finally realises who her enemies are and is determined to make sure that both her mother and her sister pay for everything they've put her through and if that means one twin had to disappear for good, then so be it. Secrets are exposed, lies are uncovered and revenge is in motion. Find out how Ella and Elle battle for the position of the superior twin in the second part of the series, OBSESSED. PROLOGUE GABRIELLA. Four months later... "Are you really ready for this Ella?" Martin asks again for the umpteenth time and I could not help the displeased groan that escaped my lips.

Even Lucian’s golden aura flared slightly. “What now?” Raven demanded. A shadow moved across the jagged walls, faster than the eye could follow. And then—he emerged. The Overlord. But this time, he was different. His crimson armor was damaged, his energy flickering, but there was something new in his eyes: recognition, almost respect, but with an undercurrent of anger. “You’ve grown stronger,” he said, voice echoing ominously through the half-collapsed hangar. “Stronger than I anticipated. But strength without understanding… is meaningless.”

They were really going to swallow each other’s faces at that rate. Claire’s home was surrounded with different colorful flowers of different natures. It gave a certain cooling effect and feeling that made the area surrounding the flowers seem peaceful. Sebastian had earlier informed me that Claire’s family were florists and her mother sold them for a living. I made a note to buy some of the flowers on my way out. It was in the period of the year when the flowers were just blooming attracting numerous variegated butterflies around them. I realized that I had spent most of the time in my mansion no wonder these flowers and butterflies mesmerized me that much. “You like what you see?” a voice b

For someone who has been sucked out of blood by five teenage vampires, she sure is tough enough to manage to still live. After a few moments later, he felt immobilized. Her blood's addicting scent attacked Clayton's senses. Holding her this close made him immediately addicted by her whiff. How could he miss this scent even with his super sensitive sense of smelling awhile ago? It's like a sweet but intense scent that he never encountered throughout his years of existence. He could not get himself out of the trance the lady's scent put him into. Despite the control hunters like him possessed. Despite his disgust with messy, splattered blood.

So I assumed we had no one else. “He gave your brother a special potion to appear dead. It wasn’t until years after that I found out the truth. He took your brother.” Potions? Magical gem? Oddly made sense to me. I didn’t say anything, waiting for her to tell me more. She moved the plates to her left and propped her arms on the table. “I said he really is the Devil because he currently rules the Underworld.” I stared at her. Contemplating again if she’s a crazy lunatic. I can process the potions and magic gems because I’ve seen it can be true. But Underworld? Like I said I don’t believe in those things. Just doesn’t sit right with me.

Seeing that a small group of warriors had assembled she assumed it was time for their routine morning training and just as she was about to leave she caught a glimpse of two men at the center of the crowd who were engaging in physical combat and one of them was none other than Daniel. The sight of the young alpha fighting took Penelope by surprise; she could feel the dominance oozing out of Daniel as he fought his opponent. It was like a play to him like his muscles had a mind of their own effortlessly gliding through the air which made it more interesting and captivating to watch. Penelope watched as Daniel fought, taking note of all the praises from other warriors and omegas who were swoon

“You carry the Veilblade. You came seeking answers. You walked willingly into the maw of fate. And now, you will understand what it truly means.” Elior braced himself as the world darkened. The throne room shattered, and suddenly, he was standing somewhere else. A battlefield. Blood soaked the earth, bodies littered the ground. Soldiers clashed—werewolves, warriors, kings—all of them caught in an endless war. And in the center of it all, the First King stood, wielding a blade that pulsed with dark energy. The same energy that now coiled around Elior’s own weapon. Elior staggered back, breath catching. “This—this is—”

*trrrrink trrrrink* Bennie stopped and moved towards the table's direction before he stretched his hand to pick up the phone. "Whatever is it, It better be important!! now speak. "Bennie spoke in a foul mood as he was interrupted during his fun hours. A rough sound of a man came from the other side of the phone, "Boss Bennie, Madam Jenna visited that boy's house with a small bag; we don't know her purpose for visiting him. What should we do?" "That fucker, I'm tired of hearing about him. Kidnap that bastard tomorrow and kill him; I'll handle the police work and media...wait, don't just kill him directly. Torture him first before killing him." "Ok, Boss." Somewhere near Sheeran's house

I replied. “What about me? Don’t I deserve some more fucking gold after everything I have done?” he questioned leaning forward with eyes glued on my face. I scoffed loudly, “So you can be richer than me and win the members of Firedon to your side. Never!” Paul reclined on the chair with legs crossed, “I sincerely don’t think it is a bad idea! Alpha Paul, hail the great Alpha!” I burst out laughing heartily, “So for a long time now you have been coveting my throne, where are those foolish guards?” I cut in with a stern tone.