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SUMMARY
His false name is Jon Snow the Bastard of Winterfell. His new name is Jon Whitewolf the Dragonwolf. His trueborn name is Lord Vimor Targaryen the First of His Name. He is the Sixth Overlord of the Title of the Overlord Reign. And this is his story of how a bastard of an uncertain future to being the Sixth Overlord and the Dragon Emperor of the Valyrian Dominion…
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WARNING
The story will have dark and unrealistic themes. Death, Rape, Torture, Violence, Massive Cock, Gallon of Cum, Unrealistic Body Measurement, Misogynistic Themes, and other nasty stuff. Don't like it. Don't read it!!!!
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CHAPTER SUMMARY
The Bastard of Winterfell experiences a strange dream…or its vision of the future. The unknown being expresses interest in the bastard, with the ambitious hope of turning him into a true lord of evil and showing how true evil is to the overlord pretenders, the false lords and ladies of darkness and the so-called lords and ladies of light.
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THEME
AU, Dark, Dom/Sub, Rough Sex, Harem, Multi-Theme
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The Sixth Overlord: The Dark Conquest of Dragonwolf
Chapter One: The Birth Arc - The Dream of Sixth
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"My brother. His Excellency is a gracious and reasonable man to deal with. As long as you give him a good reason for him to be gracious and reasonable. And please give him a good reason, My Lord." — Archmage Ariana Dragonwolf the Black Lady.
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Jon I
He was staring at…something.
He was looking at a strange and peculiar scene with little to no clue what he was even looking at in the first place. It was far beyond his knowledge and imagination of what he was seeing and how he was feeling both scared and intrigued by what he was seeing.
'What in the name of the Old God was this? Was he dreaming? Was he seeing a future? Was he going mad?' Jon thought in fear of the unknown. His gaze, alert and observant with the fear-induced intensity of his surrounding area.
His mind thought as he stared with the gray eyes of the ancient and noble House of Stark, the once King-in-the-North and Lord of Winterfell at the scene of a dark, ominous but majestic and regal throne room that invoked the awe-inspiring feeling of power, regality and menace that made him want to whimper in fear and swore fealty to whomever was the ruler of this throne room. Right in the back of the throne room was a throne, a tall, grand and black stone-carved throne that was made of black stone material with strange ice-like crystal that pulsed with low dimness as if it was a living being with a heart and soul and not an inanimate object.
This felt real to him. Like he was here before even though he had never seen this place in his life.
He then felt a presence behind him making him turn his gaze from the regal throne to the presence behind him. His eyes widened in shock and he felt his soul frozen like it was stuck deep into the darkest land beyond the Wall.
The presence he felt was a man. A giant of a man who stood tall and imposing with a cold, bone-chilling presence. The man of herculean size and daunting height was clad in clad in a menacing suit of a heavy, sable-and-dark-blue-plated armor with a thick fur lined red cloak of unknown origin over his shoulders and a great crownlike helm that show nothing of his face but the bright, piercing blue eyes that that emits a dangerous and intense blue energy from his eyes.
In his large armored right hand was a hand-and-a-half longsword that looked to be made of Valyrian steel and even from standing away from the blood felt the intense pressure of regality and power from the longsword that instilled him with the urge to kneel and wait for him to knighted him and slice his head off with the cold nonchalance and ruthless precision of the King's Justice or the old King of Winter/Lord of House Stark of Winterfell.
His face turned pale. His heart stopped. His soul just ceases to exist as he is unable to look away from the towering armored-clad giant.
"W-Who are you…!?" He asked the massive, giant-like demonic-looking man in menacing and elaborate plate armor. Fear in his voice.
The hulking armored being stared at him in long, intimidating silence...until he move toward him with menacing, slow gait with loud, thunderous footsteps from his heavy black-steel boots that boom and rumble like a thunderstorm causing a slight pain to hit him in his very being with the purest form of the raw primordial fear.
The huge, menacing, silent-as-a-graveyard armored being stood close to him. Over him like a dark stormcloud, staring at him with dark, ominous glowing wisp-like blue eyes, ice-like fire they were to him and he was unable to look away from them.
Then he finally spoke. In a powerful and booming voice, dark and rich, like the crack and boom of rolling thunder. In a language that was dark and harsh, not made for human tongue but something…more yet less than human.
"Jiak kij avhe ineviavable fuavure, Jon Snow, faluke baukavard ro winaverfell, true prince ro akul agh zajar, goth ro dragonuk agh wolveuk. Jiak kij. Lat!"
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Before he could ask what he just said to him, he felt cold. And all of the sudden for the Bastard Wolf, his vision was filled with nothing but pitch-void of primordial darkness
He woke up with a sudden jump and a raspy gasp out of his lips. His blackish-grey eyes looked around the room with alertness, his heart pounding strongly in his chest, his pale skin was damp and cold with perspiration.
He was in his room. He glanced over to the window and saw it was still dark out meaning he was only been sleep for several hours far from his usual wake up time and he let out a haggard sigh from his lips as he rubbed his pale sweat-soaked face as he shuddered from the remnant of the vivid dream that felt so real and lifelike like he was there.
'It was the same dream. Why do I keep on dreaming the same dream for a whole moon?' Jon thought in disbelief and annoyance.
For an entire moon. He had the same dream. Him in a strange location, meeting the same armored giant with bright ominous blue eyes. The armored giant speaks in a rich and guttural voice, speaking in a inhuman tongue that sounds like the rolling boom and roar of a thunderstorm. And then he get cold and fade into the cold pit of darkness and wakes up sweaty and short of breath once more.
He was baffled and confused by the dream and why did he dream of them for a fortnight with little to no clue and context about the meaning of the dream? Was it just a simple dream his mind conjured up to torment him or was there something more to them than he thought?
Was he seeing…a future of sorts?
'Should I talk about this dream to my father or Luwin about this moon-long dream?' Jon thought. Both man were wise and intelligent men who hold great life experience and wisdom, maybe they can help him solve the strange mystery of his recurring dream.
As soon the idea came, he was quick to dismiss it. If he told any of the two about the dream, they might labeled him as mad and his father might banish him from Winterfell to protect the others from his potential madness or rather his lady wife might try to do something abhorrent to him in order to protect her trueborn from their mad bastard brother.
With a sigh he pulled himself out of bed and stumbled to the basin to wash away the sweat and grime. He let out a disgruntled yawn. He was not getting enough sleep and he was in no mood to go back to sleep so he could experience the same maddening dream.
As he stood over the basin with a ragged look on his face, he picked up the water pitcher near the basin and poured the cold water in the basin. He slipped his hands into his ice-cold cool refreshing water and splashed his pale face. After washing and splashing his face with the cool cold water
And to the shock he saw the face of the armored giant staring right back at him with harsh, haunting glare in his bright demonic blue eyes instead of a black-haired, gray-eyed, and flesh-faced youth of eight seasons old. The mysterious armored being stares at him with an ominous gaze and the aura of silent power and dark authority.
"What in the name of the Old Gods!?" He exclaimed in shock, staring at the image of the armored being with the bright and unnatural blue eyes.
He rubbed his eyes and gazed back at the image only to see nothing but his own image staring back at him with a young pale face. He felt a slight headache form in his head and some strange feeling grewing in his heart.
"Am I going mad?" The White Wolf Bastard of Winterfell asked himself, a thoughtful but strained expression on his face.
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Unknown Watcher I
Unknown to Jon Snow or rather by his trueborn name Vimor Targaryen. A pair of bright, glowing yellow eyes stared at the glass orb with ancient, malicious wisdom and cunning. Look at him with sharp gaze, observing him with great interest as the owner of inhuman eyes could sense the hidden darkness, the raw potential of evil in the noble bastard/secret trueborn scion of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Baratheon nee Stark nee Targaryen, of the disgraced and fallen Targaryen Dynasty.
"Millenia of waiting, seeking potential successor after successor, defending the legacy of True Evil from false dark lord pretenders and light lord good-doers who had sought the throne of the Overlord and the end of the Empire of Evil...." The voice said in a raspy voice filled with malice and evilness. "I've finally found the true successor of True Evil…our heir of the Reign of the Overlord…the Ignoble Emperor of Evil…the Exalted Lord of Darkness…the Great Harbinger of Evil Times.
Within the black shadow of the room, the owner of the bile-colored eyes lips spread wide and huge, showing roles of jagged semi-rotten teeth that were coated with long ancient filth and grime that was the definition of ungodly filth.
"I think it time for me…to test our potential Master…To see if he is truly the true heir and the future Master of all Darkness and Evil~?" The old hoarse voice mused with evil glee which ended with the voice chuckles before letting out a loud and booming laughter of pure unbridled joy and extreme malevolence.
"HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"