Overlord Volume 17 Novels & Stories

Prof Heather said and started to discuss her first lesson. "For today's lesson we will talk about the four kingdoms of the underworld. The first one is Witherian Valley, The kingdom of witches and warlocks. They rule for 400 years in that valley. They make potions, spell and battle weapons. The ruler of that kingdom is King Edison and Queen Venice princess anica and prince harley's parents. The second one is Prawlian Valley the kingdom of the wolf pack. They rule that valley for 500 years until now. They have the most powerful warriors in the realm. The kingdom was ruled by their Alpha Jake Nickolaidas. Prince Pierce's Father. The third one is Crimson Valley. The kingdom of the Vampires. The

Jadis laughed. "I won't say I'm surprised you're now a dark witch," Ava said moving back as Vandora's skin changed color. It was now black. "Since you brought this human vampire into the royal house to live i knew you would fall for her.Vador,I do not have powers to foresee the future like Aleister but I knew something was off about her. I gave you everything dark lord. My body,my blood,my love but what did you decide to do? You went outside and brought a human vampire." Vandora said trying to keep her cool.

Seeing the battle with no suspense, Benjamin smirked. Suddenly, he remembered the falcon boss. He planned to let some of his subordinates distract the falcon to prevent it from escaping. But when he swept his gaze back, he found that his falcon was being 'taken over' by a man! Seeing someone stealing the boss, Benjamin angrily said, "Kill that guy for me! Thinks he can steal the boss? Does he think we're blind?" Immediately, five players from Bloodthirsty left the battlefield and ran towards the falcon.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

I asked the soldier as he was turning to leave us. “The Flame Dragon Empire…” the soldier replied in a low voice. No more needed to be said. All our eyes dropped to the floor as the full-scale of the situation sank in. There was no way we could win a war against the Flame Dragon Empire, the biggest, wealthiest, and most ruthless empire in this region. This war isn’t something totally unexpected, rather it was just a matter of time before our land along with many of our neighboring towns would be under attack.

Demi said. "That's it." Nora pushed the door open. "Come in." Inside. The restricted section was smaller than the main Vault. The light was low, amber, the kind designed for documents rather than people. Demi moved to the nearest shelf and looked at the spines with no titles, only dates in a notation system that used vampire calendar conventions rather than Gregorian ones. "How do you find anything here?" "Same way I find anything." Nora moved to the third row, second shelf. The dark leather volume was exactly where it had been. She lifted it carefully. The way you handled things that were old enough to make your hands feel young by comparison

“With this wine, and with the foremost permission of the Alpha Lords, I hereby hand over to the new Djhord the Staff of the Gods. May the Alpha Supreme bless..." It was but for a moment, but that precious moment could not be over estimated. The Sheikh exploded from the corner and struck the Alpha Lothaire, just as he stretched out his hand to receive the Staff. Chaos broke out as the Alpha’s brother, Ziegler, strikes Jamura to prove his innocence of the accusation.

He would never buzz the doorbell! “Hand her over! This is the last time I’ll ask nicely!” came Alpha Ambrose’s raspy voice. I watched the Flame Hounds close in slowly. Deep red and orange flames churned in their wake as if their skin was made of molten lava. It was strange that they hadn’t burned us down already, as if they were waiting for something or someone! Until now, they had just been taunting us, teasing us, tormenting us! But why would they do it if they wanted to kill us?

Another reason was that he thought that the Omra Empire must have won the war and had taken control of the village. If he went home now, of course he and the others would just be slaves, or at least ordinary people who had to work for the Omra Empire and pay taxes every month. For Herbert, he had to make Brockley equal to a War General, if not more so. "When are we going home, Uncle?" asked Brockley after he'd just had some martial arts training. His teenage years were filled with daily physical exercise. Not a day without practice. “When you can become a war leader! Don't you want to be a champion?" Hebert smiled broadly as he stroked his nephew's head.

Laryn Sir Orland Locksy is a weasel in every sense of the word. I hate him and I hate the realm he lives in. Mucky skies, putrid air, and immoral people. I call it hell's realm. It's also my favorite place to collect treasure. My dragon brothers and I have been many times. It's always a challenge and, best of all, dangerous. I should feel apprehensive bringing my bride here, but what I feel is exhilaration clear to the tip of my dragon's tail.