Overlord Volume 17 Novels & Stories

Fear for our safety and concern for his community intertwined in a chaotic dance within me. As we hurriedly left the room, the scene that unfolded before my eyes was nothing short of a nightmare. King Crowell’s men, with their wicked sneers and ruthless weapons, unleashed chaos upon the village. Flames consumed homes, sending plumes of smoke billowing into the night sky. The sounds of battle, the clash of steel against steel, reverberated through the air, accompanied by the anguished cries of the defenseless.

Oliver caught my hand and chuckled “Now, now princess, I just wanted to know how close you and the Prince had gotten. Not as close as I was thinking, still, too close.” He let go of my hand and took a step back. “Princess, I want out of here and fast. Are you aware there is a power struggle going on on this continent? Your father has declared war on several other packs. Each kingdom has internal wars. All I wanted to do was get away from the fighting, yet Jack seems to have dragged me into another war that I want no part of.” “So you will abandon your friend?” I asked a little confused.

She did not want to live without Samuel again, and so she had accepted the probable loss of the dragonet that she carried. Expanding her awareness beyond those in the warehouse with her body, Aislen could mentally see the Mer gathering. They were confused by the paint on the wall and holding back whilst orders were sought from their generals. Whilst they held back, they were engaged in battle against the zombies that had made it this far and the scattering of Van Helsings amongst them.

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.

I pushed him over the edge. Sebastian's face twisted in rage as he bellowed, "Out! Get out now!" The door slammed shut behind me. I let out a wry chuckle, picked up a stray garment from the floor, and tucked it into my suitcase. In the dimly lit room of the grand villa, Rosa's voice trembled with a mix of urgency and regret. "Don, this is all my fault. I've put you in such a tough spot. Maybe I should just hand the title of Mrs. back to Ms. DeLuca?"

IF THIS IS A DEAD END, I AM GOING TO BUST RIGHT THROUGH IT! A scorching, unprecedented power detonated in the back of my mind. "Hey!" I screamed, ignoring Hudson's panicked shout to stay put, stepping entirely out of cover and exposing myself to the entire battlefield. Hearing my voice, every single raider instinctively turned to look at me. Instantly, the chaotic, deafening battlefield was violently paused. Every charging raider, every grinning killer, froze mid-step. The bloodlust drained from their eyes, instantly replaced by a glazed, fanatical obsession. They couldn't look away.

He stammered, his thighs close together and his body turned rigid. “Why so?” Elijah turned her head for the second time, her long hair fell at the side, with her large eyes blinking at him innocently. “Becau- because Overlord conquered the territories at a speed of lightning. Over- Overlord accomplished an achievement that not even demons could achieve.” He played with his fingers, trying to control his nervousness because Shadow knew how nervous he was. Shadow glimpsed at James, who reduced into like a scared new student entering the bully’s den. “What happens before the ruling of the demons?”

Arielle dictated slowly taking a sip from the wine. Delilah slowly approached Arielle from behind. "Theodore leave." Delilah ordered, he didn't even hesitate like a lackey latched to his master he obeyed. Arielle was amused how the cold and ruthless bastard, Theodore, just took orders from her, it was hilarious to her. Arielle turned to face Delilah, immediately she got this feeling that Delilah wanted to slash her throat out with just her nails, if she got the chance she could. The tension between Arielle and Delilah was as cold as ice.