Scp: Overlord Novels & Stories

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“Fucking Useless, incompetence deserves no mercy. The Overlord will not be pleased.” The Overseer raised his palm, revealing a symbol etched into his flesh. It was intricate and arcane, with a star-like pattern at its center. The symbol glowed a sinister red, and the corpse convulsed violently. The blood pooling around the corpse began to tremble as if drawn by an unseen force.

(Alehandro) Unlike Sasu who very attentive, Alehandro on the other hand just casually speaks. "What Alehandro says is true..our next target is something called Chutullusia aka The overlord of the Underwater…Persumeablly an entity of threat level 5 and above…this thing is dangerous…". When both of them heard that there's another overlord that they had to handle, even Alehandro who busy munching on his bread stopped and stare at me.

“Despite how you feel about me, my only desire is to keep this world safe from all mystic threats. In order for that to happen, S.P.E.A.R. must beam every faction of magic there is,” “L.I.F.E. has all that covered, “Do you truly believe that after everything your grandfather,” Roxy swooped in and pressed Director Songold to the wall and summoned her claws. “War cloud,” Olivia yelled. The S.P.E.A.R. agents pointed their guns at Roxy, ready to strike. “Soldiers, don’t. Please,” Sarah pleaded. Scott began to sprout his talons only for Olivia to wave her hand in front of him. “Don’t make this worse than it already is,” Olivia said.

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!"

Daniel picked up his rifle. “Then we should get moving.” Sophia turned toward the door. “I agree.” Elizabeth looked once more at the radar. The giant Covenant warship still waited above them. Its weapon almost fully charged. She whispered quietly, “This is insane.” Lewis gave the final order. “Victor.” Victor looked at him. “Prepare Omega for overload.” Victor took a deep breath. Then he started typing commands into the system. Emma watched the energy levels spike again. “Omega core destabilizing.”

“It’s good to see you.” “No it’s not, Edward. Now, you can either give me all of my people back, or, I can force your hand. Which is it?” “I’m afraid I can’t allow that, Ophelia,” Maximillian growled as he came around the corner. “Try to stop me.” “I’m not going to try to stop you, but there are a couple individuals that will, ones you might recognise.” Aaron and Scarlett, call signs sierra three and four. Edward and Maximillian had apparently got their filthy hands on the two of them.

This was the Prometheus Main Drive. "Access Denied," a voice whispered from the gears. It was the "Prime Architect"—not a man, but a recording of the ship’s original designer, stored in the molecular structure of the ice. "Only a pure Thorne bloodline may initiate the override. The intruder soul must be purged." The rusted gears suddenly closed in on Scarlett, their edges sharpened to a molecular thinness. "Scarlett!" Caleb lunged, but the time-distortion slowed him down, turning his sprint into a crawling motion.

“You’re eighteen, right? Sixteen years ago was the tail end of a pretty large war in the werewolf world. You could have been a survivor. Do you remember anything about what happened before you were at the orphanage?” “I don’t think so.” She shrugged. “It’s fine. A lineage test would be able to tell you if any of them are alive at least.” Another knock sounded from further away. She stood. “Seems like the calvary is about to advance. Would you like to meet him?” I blinked. “Him?” She grinned. “Chief Operative of the SCF and Liaison Specialist Dagon Bluescale.”