Overlord Volume 10 Novels & Stories

Rojan said and gestured to Aragon, who had been quiet the whole time. "How were you able to accomplish it?" He directed his question to him. The elder cleared his throat and finally spoke "Eight hundred years ago, the amortal realms were ravaged with wars. A lot of power tussle ensued and the desire for supremacy constituted conflicts across various planes. Many soldiers had lost themselves to a madness after experiencing continuous violence and bloodshed on the battlefield. Their beast became traumatized, was consumed with rage and aggression." Wayne digested this information. So, the insanity that had ravaged him was nothing new or strange. It had happened to others as well in the past whe

Being a true blood meant the young alpha was not only stronger, he was faster more articulate with heightened sense, and healed faster than anyone else and by the age of 20, the young true blood excelled and was granted the title General. Currently, Daniel was in his room shrouded in an eerie silence, only the soft sound of chirping crickets could be heard. Daniel had his eyes fixed on a distant point as he let out a deep sigh. His chest rose and fell with the slow, frustrated breath, his shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of his own annoyance. He rubbed his temples, as he felt the tension build up in his head. Who was that lady? Why did she have such a powerful effect on him? He co

Maps covered his massive desk, red marks indicating territories, blue for allies, black for contested zones. "Sit," Giovanni ordered when they arrived. Dante took one chair. Arabelle deliberately chose the one farthest from him. Clara sat between them, literally and figuratively. Giovanni studied the arrangement with knowing eyes. "Still at odds, I see. Good. Use that tension. Channel it into this project." "What project?" Dante asked. "The Northern expansion I mentioned Friday." Giovanni spread out a larger map. "Three territories currently in flux—the warehouse district, the port access roads, and the entertainment zone. All previously controlled by smaller families who've recently... coll

No matter how long, someday he was going to talk or confide in someone who may later spill the beans. In every battle, casualties were inevitable as sanctioned by the Geneva Convention. There were always holy and unholy troops that gave directions to the winning platoon. Solo was on the left side of the equilibrium. His presence in Subi’s life was more redemptive than it was corporative. Consequently, the young beauty accepted the consequences of her wrongdoing and promised to brave it through to the end. She planned it well and exactly as she expected, results became visible five days later.

His tongued lolled out of his mouth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He turned on his heels and exited the room. Not without handing his Glock to the guard who did a double take at the now dead body hanging from the chain. If Marcelli wouldn’t bend the rules, he would. With that thought echoing in his mind, he walked out of GREZZO’s doors. Later, he requested to know his Mark’s name. Leon. Leon Wyder, they’d told him. The names. They were his trophies. ******************************

(Drex cuts him shut) "Did I just hear but from you? But what huh? Drex asked furiously as he flew toward General Marco " But sir, they gave you infinite power to over throne the previous overlord" General Marco completed his statement in fear "I WANT MORE POWER!!! Drex concluded as he knocks General Marco down, he passes out immediately but unfortunately dies "Let this be a waring to anyone to defiles my order" The overlord said as he flew back to his throne and appoints a new General leading the troops

“I’m fighting for every life he’s destroyed, every lie he’s spread, and every soul he’s taken. Tonight, it ends.” The Overlord raised a crimson-armored hand and stepped forward. His voice boomed, echoing across the hangar. “You are bold, boy. Your father was clever, but predictable. And he failed. You carry his blood, yes—but will you also share his fate?” The air between them rippled as energy collided. Ethan felt the pulse of the Alpha King blood inside him rise, responding to the Overlord’s presence. His power surged, stronger than anything he had felt before. Every creature that had kneeled to him felt it, their loyalty reaffirmed by the raw force of his command.

“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—”

"There's a leader, a human with a twisted grin. He's holding a ancient tome, bound in black leather. The cover is adorned with silver runes, pulsing with dark energy." Rosalind's vision zoomed in on the book. "The runes are a mix of human and werewolf script. I can feel the power emanating from it, a dark and malevolent force." Cathryn's voice was grim. "That's the Order's grimoire. They've been searching for it for centuries." Rosalind's vision shifted, revealing a massive army of humans and werewolves, gathered at the edge of a city. "I see an army, Mom. They're preparing to strike, to take over the world."

“I’m glad you understand this Oliver. His too close presence vanished just as quick as it had become close. He was at a corner now, his jaw hardened and his gaze at a plain wall. “You both will grow into love, just as your mother and I did. Our both packs will merge, strengthening our armies, multiplying our resources, leaving us more than prepared against rogue attacks.” He stopped to take a breath and added, “There has been reports on something strange. Most said it's the rogues growing more powerful and had somehow placed their hands on some…magic.”