R Overlord Novels & Stories

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!

"I think it's time we move further into the towns. I think it's time we stop hiding and being targets to these humans." I should have fucking seen this coming. Michael was always a little delusional. He's always making wrong decisions. It's the very same reason, I decided to keep my distance. What he wanted right now was war. We were still dealing with the issue of rogue werewolves, I didn't want to deal with him now talking about taking over the town. What would it be next? World domination. If we were stupid and destroyed everything our forefathers had built for us in a matter of seconds because of petty humans, then everything would have been for nothing.

The Overlord loved absolute power and absolute power was not shared among allies. He left Rowan believing that he had fished out the traitor. I had the one that had found out the perfect sector of gammas to have blown up as with I spied on their meetings. I had also been the one to mark the ground with the blood symbols before no one could see me. We had all worked togther to inflict the Overlord with a great blow. The seer was captured and made to follow them to the Bloodveil field where the battle would take place.

I summoned the courage to offer a polite greeting, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "Good afternoon, Ma’am," she managed, her words hesitant yet sincere. Mrs. Russo's lips curved into a warm smile, her eyes softening with understanding. She must have recognized the bewildered expression on my face. It was at that moment I realized she must have been the person Penelope served. She had a plate of biscuits and a cup of tea laid on the table before her. "I hope I haven't startled you, dear," Senior Mrs. Russo replied, her voice gentle and reassuring. "I couldn't help but be drawn to the melody of that song. It brought back fond memories."

For example, in Oriville, the Crosby family and a few others reigned supreme. In reality, there was one acknowledged sovereign above them all. It was a figure known as Overlord. "Interesting." Gideon smirked. Then, he asked, "So, you're Oriville's Overlord, huh? We have no ties or history. Isn't it a little inappropriate for you to be protecting Alberto like this?"

Keyleth stayed a seat after father’s, occupying the farthest chair, and leaving the one closest to me. Fucking great. “Oliver,” Father's voice carried a tone of authority. Deep and commanding. His arms extended to the wolven beside him, “ Meet Reuel Jalara. The Alpha of the Skylarron pack.” My gaze flew to the red haired wolven seated beside him. He too, carried an atmosphere of authority. His ember eyes locked on mine and I noticed his jaw tighten as he looked me over. A slight nod of his head in my direction, that he acknowledged my strength and my physical features, was the only thing he gave away. “You are a fine young man, Oliver.” Alpha Reuel stretched his hands, offering a hand shake.

It might be too much to say that he could turn the situation around, but he could, at the very least, greatly increase the odds of winning rate. A real Overlord was more effective than dozens of partial Overlords in a battle between level 9 civilizations. If Elora knew that David had the soul power of an Overlord, there was a high probability that Elora would convince David to participate in the next battle to defend his homeland!

Whatever was going through her mind was cold and cruel. "Real soon," Connor added as he walked out of the house and joined his sister. I gave them one last wave and they walked away from our house to do what needed to be done while I turned my attention back to Luca and the new guy who was in our living room now. "Who were they?" Luca asked monotonously. "Just friends," I shrugged. "They were rogues. They shouldn't have been in the territory," Luca growled. He may have been my sister's Third in Command but that didn't give him the right to go all wolf on my ass. Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself.

Even Lucian’s golden aura flared slightly. “What now?” Raven demanded. A shadow moved across the jagged walls, faster than the eye could follow. And then—he emerged. The Overlord. But this time, he was different. His crimson armor was damaged, his energy flickering, but there was something new in his eyes: recognition, almost respect, but with an undercurrent of anger. “You’ve grown stronger,” he said, voice echoing ominously through the half-collapsed hangar. “Stronger than I anticipated. But strength without understanding… is meaningless.”

The early morning hours painted the school campus in a serene calmness that was rarely witnessed during the bustling school days. Rithanya and her father arrived at the school fifteen minutes before five, greeted by the stillness that enveloped the surroundings. Their footsteps echoed softly as they made their way to the front desk of the hostel, where Dadda initiated the custodian drop-off formalities. Ms Roopa, the warden, welcomed them with a warm smile. "Hello, Sir. How are you? What does your daughter say? Did she enjoy the holidays?" Her questions carried a genuine interest as she engaged in small talk with Dadda.