Overlord Volume 10 Novels & Stories

The realization is like ice in my veins—if it falls, we’re doomed. Before the panic can overwhelm me, my mates are at my side. Their presence anchors me, grounding the whirlwind of fear inside. “Hell,” Oliver mutters, his voice low but laced with fury as his sharp eyes scan the battlefield. Landon clenches his fists, the glow of his wolf eyes flickering to the surface. “We’re outnumbered. Badly.” Aaron curses under his breath, a rare slip in his usually composed demeanor. “They’ve been planning this for a while. This isn’t just an attack—it’s a siege.”

The table settled under his touch and the judges exchanged a few glances. I felt my pulse jump trying to make a decision, leaned closer on the table, “ you're stalling, Vale.” Glancing at him, i clipped back. “ i don't like being rushed.” I pushed forward between the mountains strategically, then a decisive strike came from Ronan as the map buckled and the mountain range shuddered and fell inward, light and dust spilled the lives of my soldiers and my resources drained away in one swift strike. A low murmur ripples through the crowds, Magnus leaned forward slightly, I could see the muscle in his jaw twitch from over Ronan's head.

His voice whispered that this was just another test—one of many that she would face on her journey. As the night wore on, the moon gradually descended in the sky, its luminous glow waning. And as the first light of dawn began to paint the horizon, Rithanya's weary eyes lingered on the final pages of her textbook. She closed it with a sense of accomplishment, her heart swelling with the knowledge that she had done her best.

I don’t care. My fist bunches his shirt tighter until our faces are inches apart. “Don’t ever talk about her again.” My eyes lock onto his. Cold, hard and deadly. Fear flickers visibly across Oliver’s face. “She belongs to me.” The words come out sharp as blades. “No one talks about her but me.” I lean closer. “Do you understand?” Oliver nods immediately. Eyes wide. Breathing shallow. Then I shove him back. Hard. He falls against his seat.

Ruth said proudly. Boom! That piece of news dropped like a bomb in front of them! "What? The intermediate Overlord State? How could that be?!" Lentus and the others were so shocked their jaws almost dropped on the floor. However, they thought about it and quickly realized something. The Overlord State was the realm of those that were truly strong. It was the second great hurdle for a martial artist. It was incredibly difficult to get past it. Whether it was Springfield City or Seacove City, many of the older generations in the large families struggled to reach that level even after devoting their whole lives to it!

Soon, the doors opened again and a deadly feel hit the atmosphere. Flapping noises reached the ears of the men that were seated and they all turned their heads toward the entrance. With discomfort etched in their soul, they watched a tall figure walk past the door. His cloak was deep red and it was decorated with the repetitive pattern of blood droplets. And in his hold was a hand fan that had a skull tip. The Overlord walked in with pride in his steps and nothingness in his pure white eyes. As his graceful steps ended at the head of the table which was purposefully missing a chair, the vampire announced his presence.