Only the Volkihar can pull off a mind blowing trick like that. A grown man pulled downward through a frozen lake without so much of a crack on the ice above was astonishing. However, Lady Risa had no time to admire the fiend for Eljar had little chan
Read more…“Halfdan-Senpai, good morning”, unsure what to say because of his surprise when he arrived home, he just greeted him immediately. “Fresh air, Taichou. Had one too many drinks last night”, he added, blurting out a lie.
“You weren't at the tavern”, Half
Read more…“Two nights in a row”, Risa thought with black gems in her bag. She was raiding again that night. It was the first time she did consecutive raids since she was still doing her Musha Shugyo. However, this time she was in a vampires' lair. She wanted t
Read more…The home of the next unfortunate Overlord was a barrow somewhere in the Jerall mountains. It was a cold and damp night. It smelled like moss and decomposing wood. Only faint noises like droplets and slow footsteps can be heard. It was dark, but she c
Read more…Warning: this story contains profanity, blood, violence, gore, and sexual content. If you are under 18 years of age, please be advised.
It was as if the wall talked to him. It spoke of what the incomprehensible words inscribed on it meant. He could
Read more…The next morning was colder than the usual winter morning. It was completely silent. The winds weren't even howling. The clouds covered the Jerall mountains so the Pale Pass was blanketed by fog. Gradually, the chattering of a small crowd grew louder
Then it happened. The rogue Samurai drew her katana. Eljar took a step back and repeated himself in his intention to arrest her. She moved forward, sword drawn. He warned her the last time and took another step back, “I will not hesitate to strike yo
The 4E 201 midsummer sun blazed through the icy slopes of the Jerall mountains as Eljar and some other young Samurai grabbed the loot left by the Shinigami to be taken to their commander-senpai. After that, they would present the report to the Daimyo
It was a cold damp night in a Nordic barrow somewhere in the Jerall mountains. It smelled like moss and decomposing wood. Only faint noises like droplets and slow footsteps can be heard. It was dark, but she could see very well in darkness as if it w
