The Legendary Overlord Novels & Stories

"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!

The girl, who prided and found pleasure in coning sugar daddies with her late boyfriend. The fifteenth law of power…All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely, if one amber is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation. The enemy will recover and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.

In a blur of motion, Alexander unleashed his full power without reservation, his aura terrifying. "Stop him!" Morales exclaimed, shocked and enraged. He wanted nothing more than to take the life of the man before him, to avenge the two elders. Alas, he knew he was no match for this overwhelming force. With a momentary lapse in concentration, Morales' last subordinate fell, leaving him isolated. Though Morales' followers were all warlocks, they were easily defeated. 'Could this man be the legendary Martial Overlord?' dreaded Morales. If so, even at the supreme grand martial level, he was somewhat inadequate.

I said, voice cold and clear, “and I have killed every man who dared to speak my name with venom in his mouth.” No one spoke. They dared not. They could see it. I was different. I didn't follow rules anymore. “I have buried the Vipers. Burned the Alessandros end their allies. Taken Pablo’s head from his shoulders. If any man here still believes I’m not worthy to rule, then stand. Speak.” Silence. Even the wind dared not move. I nodded once. “Then from this day forward, I claim the title none of you could hold. I am the Overlord. The chain ends here. The war ends here. There will be peace, my peace. And any man who threatens it will be erased. Family or not.”

Ethan frowned. “And this Overlord just… woke up tonight?” Lucian finally spoke. “Yes.” His tone was far more serious than usual. “And that’s very bad news.” Raven crossed her arms. “Explain.” Lucian exhaled slowly. “The Overlord is older than the Alpha Kings.” Ethan blinked. “Older?” Lucian nodded. “He is the ruler of the creatures from the other realm.” Hayes added quietly, “The first king of monsters.” Ethan stared at them.

However, my current mood and situation does not leave enough room for me to sympathize with other people. “I am an old man already. I want you to take over the throne as soon as possible, and more importantly, I want to see the face of my grandchild. You will do your duty and pick some women to bed in order to produce an heir!” the Emperor replied sternly. His words were final.

His talent, like himself, was Sword Enthusiast. He also knew Freya, another lucky player, the first European Emperor in Wild Valley World. Caleb, the top Body Cultivator in Wild Valley World, nicknamed Martial Saint. Seraphina, the top demonic cultivator, recognized by the Lord of the Asura Hall and taken as his disciple, possessed overwhelming demonic techniques and mysterious spiritual skills. Kairos, the top Blade Cultivator. Sebastian knew most of the people here; they were all famous figures in the future.

"Everyone sure has heard legends that beyond the [Martial Emperor] there is the kingdom of god, because that legend is true and there is even the divine world that is infinitely millions of times more gigantic than the continent of chaos, it could be said that in many parts of the divine world there are several small worlds just like the continent of chaos " "I plan to ascend from the continent of chaos to the divine world, for that I need all the powers of this world to form a peace treaty as I hope they will rise as the greatest power of the divine world in the future; The technique I gave you can even surpass the [Heavenly Emperor] realm which is the supreme peak of the divine world".

The other part screamed at me to run as far and as fast as I could, even if my broken body refused to move. It pulled and repelled me at the same time, like standing at the edge of a cliff with the overwhelming urge to both step forward and scramble back to safety. ​"Her body is still in deep shock," the second man pleaded. His voice was trembling so hard I could hear his teeth clicking. "The trauma to her system was extensive, Your Majesty." Your Majesty? There was only one man in the entire werewolf realm who was addressed that way. The ruler who sat upon the throne. The immortal king whose name was whispered in fear by every pack.

Two glass staircases stood on either side, leading to the upper floors. I followed behind Ethan and his family since I didn’t know anyone else. My eyes scanned the hall for the current king, the man whose father murdered mine. Suddenly, a young man in his early thirties stood up. Fur draped around his neck, and he was tall—massive, actually. His voice was deep, commanding, and carried a hint of arrogance. His muscles and build were breathtaking. I honestly found myself drooling a little, even though his long brown hair covered the tattoos across his back.