Overlord Volume 16 Novels & Stories

“If they wanted us to be that way, it'll be wickedness. Besides, the more angry one can become, the stronger physically they are for the duration the anger lasts. They just don't want us to show signs of weakness.” “I think I understand better now. Lest you are run over by another clan that has an Alpha that looks stronger, yeah?” “That is it exactly.” The both of them walked down the corridor, only coming in contact with two other students. ‘Citadel K’ was imprinted on the door in a bright colour intended to catch the attention of everyone that steps into it before they did. “What's so special about this classroom?” Harold asked. “It should be placed downstairs like the others.”

The door opened to reveal his personal attendant, who had messy dark red hair and tired-looking black eyes with dark circles under them. "... Greetings to the second prince.." He closed the door and walked toward Azazel's desk while carrying a stack of papers. "How's it going, Olivier?" Azazel questioned as Olivier sloppily placed the stack of papers on the desk in front of Azazel. Before responding, he let out a heavy sigh. ".... Well, since I'm good at hiding and obtaining top-secret information, getting information on the Vad Clan isn't a problem for me. But... There's still a lot of struggles.."

"Kid, you may be good at fighting, but I work under Fifteenth Overlord! Do you want to die?" Despite being left at Felix's mercy, Trevor still spoke arrogantly. "If you weren't Fifteenth Overlord's pawn, I wouldn't have come here. Come on. Take me to him." Felix grinned. There was a flash of confusion in Trevor's eyes. He thought he had heard Felix wrongly. Did Felix really dare provoke Fifteenth Overlord? No one in the whole of Monaire dared do this, yet Felix… As they were heading to Fifteenth Overlord, Felix turned to Trevor with a grin. "So… Does Fifteenth Overlord have many connections, or is he just powerful?"

I asked, since I hadn’t kept track after the last one died. “The Alpha of all Alphas, Alexios Vassalic of the Retezat Ridge Guardians, Transylvania. He’s hard to convince and helps only those who seriously need him,” said Stavros. I had heard of the arrogant asshole before! I would rather fight the enemy than waste my time begging him for help. “No, thanks. I would prefer to hunt for my niece instead of wasting my time convincing an over-confident, egocentric asshole!” Orion chuckled and walked into the trailer. There wasn’t anything to indicate their whereabouts.

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

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.

The company's elders, watching us lock horns, stood their ground and tried to smooth things over: "Take a breath, will you? Don's just under the weather. As his wife, you oughta be his rock, not blocking his every move." Sebastian's lips twitched into a smirk, but he played it straight. "My wife calls the shots. Cross her in this family, and you'll answer to me." With that, he slapped his gun down on the table. The elders, taken aback at first, then chuckled and closed in around me. "Elena, Don's still head over heels for you. He's just got a short-circuit in the memory department, mistook someone else for you, that's all," they said.

I said, voice cold and clear, “and I have killed every man who dared to speak my name with venom in his mouth.” No one spoke. They dared not. They could see it. I was different. I didn't follow rules anymore. “I have buried the Vipers. Burned the Alessandros end their allies. Taken Pablo’s head from his shoulders. If any man here still believes I’m not worthy to rule, then stand. Speak.” Silence. Even the wind dared not move. I nodded once. “Then from this day forward, I claim the title none of you could hold. I am the Overlord. The chain ends here. The war ends here. There will be peace, my peace. And any man who threatens it will be erased. Family or not.”

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!"