Pandora Overlord Novels & Stories

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

*** Walking into the training room, the warriors were already waiting for me. We are going to the Moon Crescent pack to finish them off once and for all to get this war over us. We will sneak into their pack tomorrow night and attack, remembering we need to be discreet. Then they st, they, and someone was asking about Regina. It made me angry, and I used my Alpha voice. All of you shut up; I felt like punching all of them in the face. Do they think I can't lead them? Was Regina taking over my PAC?k, I hope what that woman told me was a lie.

"And I want the night to last forever. Our interests align. His gates will flood this world with primal energy. Magic will return as the dominant force. And my children will inherit the eternal dark." Amy stepped forward, her dual blades forming instinctively. "You want to turn the world into a buffet." The Overlord's smile showed perfect, sharp teeth. "I prefer to think of it as... restoring the natural order. Predator and prey." "Enough talk," Classy said, crouching and touching the ground. The concrete surged up, forming a barrier between them and the Overlord. "You want a fight? Let's fight." Windwalker clapped from his perch. Bravo! Straight to the action!

As it ceased, Pandora’s body seemed to emerge in a bright light bed that was floating with delicateness. “Luara, what is happening to my daughter?” Melissa asked me. I turn my head to her to hear a gasp from her. “You’re not Luara, you’re the moon goddess.” I smile in confirmation and put her hand back together with her husband’s hand. I walk to Pandora who is still looking peaceful. I touch the light casing and find out it's more palpable than it looks. "Curious" I comment, looking for some flaw in the light barrier, but to no avail.

She ended up in a dormant state, and so this world practically lost its last guardian… The Abyss, symbol of order, balance and chaos, even after abandoning this world once, he decided to give this one last chance by sending an apostle, that’s me. The apostle duty is to bring back order and balance with the help of the Pandora system, the Abyss blessings. The Pandora system is practically a game interface no matter how much I look at it. Status board, skill tree and list, equipments, and an interface called… archive. I need to learn more about all of this… after all a power is useless without mastery right? And it seems like my first quest in this world already started… {Notice, Go and see wh

More adventure await, hopefully they overcome it or Maybe not. The End

There is an orb which is the center of the Realm's power, literally, the orb is the trap. "Your defeat was too easy" Royce said, after Gwendolyn narrated her story for him. Royce is a very evil and powerful illegitimate Astoria Prince. He accumulated enough power, took over major Kingdoms but was stopped by his non-related 'sister', Pandora, the spirit of Waal and her team. "You were defeated by a female!" Gwendolyn fired back at him and Royce laughed. "Pandora didn't work alone, it took them years before defeating me!" Royce yelled at her.

Cyrus looked awfully uncomfortable, as the woman had moved her penetrating gaze over to my companion. "Who, what?" I sputter, not quite formulating a proper sentence. Her neck snapped back, startling me. "A handwritten letter from Alpha Landon," she stated formly, slamming an envelope onto the table. It had the royal wax seal. Bright red, a picture of a closed fist stamped on it, signifying the Power Pack. I reach out and grab the paper, feeling the glossy, almost shimmery finish.

Penelope’s new life was different from her previous one, at her parent's home she spent most of her time locked away from everyone and only having minimal interactions with family during meals. She barely attended public gatherings and when she did it was under the watchful eye of her father. However that was all about to change, she was now a Luna and had to learn to socialize with her people. once they had finally gotten back from their week-long honeymoon she was immediately ambushed by an elderly woman who happened to be the royal seamstress, after all the new Luna had to look the part. Penelope had to endure multiple dress fittings, the seamstress took time taking her measurements and c

“Step forward.” Elias obeyed. Armand circled him once, slower than before, gaze blunt, evaluative. “You held longer,” Armand said. “Why?” Elias answered carefully. “Because the command hadn’t changed.” Armand frowned. “You think too much.” Vale spoke then, calmly, from the edge of the field. “He thinks accurately,” Vale said. The air shifted. Armand turned. “Accuracy doesn’t matter if it breaks morale.” Vale’s response was immediate. “Morale recovers. Structure does not.”