Novel & Cerita Overlord Volume 1 Light Novel

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.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

I am in another world, but the fact that I have no friends here too makes me feel inferior, wishing that I could meet someone with whom I can share stories and waves of laughter in this kind of place. I stopped on my track as soon as I remembered that I should go to the Headmistress’ office for the orientation. Professor McLaren and Dr. Foster cannot accompany me due to prior commitments. So, they instructed me to walk straight ahead and look for an old structure. But how can I find it if the buildings in this place were all designed anciently? I pulled the book that Dr. Foster had given me from my bag. I tried to search for a map and smiled when I found it. My smile faded and was replaced b

In addition, she had filled the basket with plenty of tasty drinks that tasted like fruit juice. It was everything one could possibly want if they were going to lie on a blanket in the beautiful summer sun and read a book about elven history. I lay down on my stomach, placing the book in front of me. It was large and heavy. Just for fun, I flipped to the back—there were no fewer than four hundred and forty-nine pages in the book. And that was only volume one! I wondered how many volumes there were in total. I opened the big book and could smell the traces of time in it. All I hoped for was that it wouldn’t be too dry to read.

“...1!” All at once, a blinding light blew through the nearby area, blinding everyone in the area. Orlov staggered back, his grip loosening on the hilt of the sword. “Hold your positions!” roared Orlov to the men below him. Ivan felt the manna surge within him, producing a sea of reds, blues, browns, and greys. He pushed it forth, knocking back the creatures. From the swirl of colors came a bright light.

Soldiers shouted at it to press forward and it tried, but the earth beneath its feet was no longer cooperating with forward in the way that earth cooperates with forward when it is simply ground, and the beast stumbled in the way of something very large that has misjudged the reliability of the surface it is moving across, and the stumbling became a fall, and the fall became a roar that was surprise rather than threat, and the roar became a dropping away, and the earth split open beneath the creature with the decisive crack of something that has been asked to open and has opened, and the beast went down into the sudden darkness with the sound and the fury of something enormous that has encou

Philip Bottenberg as Vittorio Stanzolio ~Vittorio~ Present- December 22nd, 2035 Vittorio and I are sitting on the couch together. I am showing him some of the garbage. This is better known as the original version of this book. He keeps telling me that the original version is okay. But right now I’m going to show him the evidence. This will prove to him that it’s awful. "Okay. So basically, you think that the book you made sixteen years ago is terrible. However, what I see right here looks fine to me. I think you’re just overreacting," Vittorio says after skimming through the third chapter.

I said, annoyed. “Remember, Alaric—you will need to build an empire. You will need an army to defeat Darius. I’ll see you soon.” And just like that, the voice vanished. “Wait!” I shouted. “What do you mean an ARMY? How am I supposed to—hey! Are you still there?!” Silence. I groaned and rubbed my face. “Why does that thing always disappear after dropping a cliffhanger?” Bloodsnow, perched on my shoulder, gave me a tiny side-eye.

I’d finished my studies for the day, and I was putting away the books grandmother had me reading. The tome drew my attention with its silver glow. It seemed to call to me, and I couldn’t help but reach out and take it from the shelf. The tome was ancient; that much was obvious. It was bound in leather and had the most intricate design. But what mesmerised me was the wolf on the front cover. Its eyes seemed to look right through me, and I swear that I saw it wink. I heard a voice all around me, telling me to read what was inside. My stomach was churning; I felt as though I was doing something wrong. However, just like every other teenager in existence, doing the wrong thing was always thrilli

The corrupted army answered with deafening howls. Captain Lyra lowered her eyes. "No..." Across the valley, the Primordial Darkness smiled. "I expected nothing less." --- Then... Another sound reached the battlefield. A slow, steady heartbeat. Boom. Boom. Boom. Golden light appeared inside the fading dust. At first it was only a faint glow. Then it grew brighter. Brighter still. Until it shone like the rising sun. Varkor's ears twitched. The smile disappeared from the Primordial Darkness's face. The golden light stepped forward.