Claimed By The Orc Prince Novels & Stories

Isaac – or, Prince Thorne – was the rumored Lycan Prince. “Oh, god.” I swallowed thickly, looking down at my own stomach. I was pregnant with the Lycan Prince’s baby? “Oh, nothing too crazy.” Isaac hummed, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk, “I just came here to find the mother of my pup, but from the looks of it, it seems like she’s in the middle of some drama which… I can’t imagine is good for our baby. So why don’t we all just take a breath and talk this out?”

Goddess knows that if he had not been an elder of the council, he would be unrecognizable by now. “Your Majesty,” Elder Collins began. “Tracy is not just my niece but she is a strong and fit Lycan, a perfect match for the crown prince. Besides, everyone knows they've been together before now. The Prince has the right to decide to still keep his mate as..’

And as she fell— A sudden, freezing wind swept the clearing. Lights flickered. Lantern flames twisted violently. The air itself seemed to rupture. Aria barely stayed conscious long enough to hear the horrified scream of a warrior: “THE BORDER— IT’S OPENING!” A tear in the air split open behind the pines— dark, swirling, alive— and as Aria collapsed, a low, dangerous voice echoed through the clearing like a prophecy: “Don’t touch her.” The Dark King had arrived.

He has trained alongside Lowell, felt his strength, but even he does not yet know the full measure of the Lycan prince. The old man steps forward, his voice carrying over the murmurs of the crowd. “Today, he proves to you that he is not just a lost heir. He is your Alpha. Fight him. Test him. And when you fall, you will rise as part of something bigger.” Lowell takes a slow breath. His body still carries the weight of recovery, but the fire in his veins burns stronger than ever. One of the rogues steps forward. A large man with thick arms and scars on his face. He cracks his knuckles and sneers.

He was standing beside the fireplace, his large clawed hands were clasped at his back as he waited for the response of the prince from what he announced earlier—but to no avail, his eyes, that were as red as the cracking of dawn, had only its interest fixated onto the green flame that belonged to the Glutton Family. The shivering orc was about to repeat his announcement for the nth time when he froze on the spot—his enormous mouth hitting the tiled floor upon seeing his young master’s face. W-Wh-What just happened? Am I going to die? Is this a premonition? An omen? Did my young master, whom I thought to be crafted from a bloke of ice, just curled up the corner of his lips? That was a smile,

“Take your green and go.” The warlock bowed as the prince stirred, pushing himself up, “Where?” The warlock turned and waved his hand. “Sominatosa minotaurus!” The prince collapsed back to the sand. The warlock smirked as the Master-of-arms scowled, “How much is that going to cost?”

She could only see her blue hair, and green skin, and marvel at the speed at which the orc was swinging her axe, and taking down enemies one by one. "Help me out here, Your Highness." The orc grinned at her. Aelanor took out the remaining three or four henchmen with the arrows while the orc buried her axe in some chests. They paused to catch their breathe, all the broken ice figurines were in various stages of thawing. "That was fun!" The orc said. The sound of feet running behind them made them look. More crystal people were running towards them. "Uh-oh." "Princess, follow me." The orc ran off towards one of the shadowy alley which was only wide enough for one creature. It soon led to The M

With so many of them distracted like this, I could probably get closer. As I make my way down the boulder and around behind a tent facing inward of the forest, I overhear someone speak as the crowded cheer dies down. “My kin, we’re but moments away from making our day in history.” As the last word is spoken, many begin to cheer once more. Lifting a piece of the back of the tent up I notice there is no one inside, so sneaking under I am able to hide and see what was going on. Now that I had a closer look, I can see the Orc that was speaking. His skin was a much darker purple than the others, and through the sparks from the fire I could see that he was heavily tattooed with black ink. Unlike m

"Iliya, if what you're saying is true—" "Can't be" Prince Drukk interrupted. "I can't risk putting my warriors in so much danger, this thing, this monster… there is a reason it should remain non-existent ever heard of the Lynx lynchs?" "Yes, I have seen them, I've fought them, and I have seen one die…" she said courageously, attracting weird stares from her father and Prince Drukk, in fact, they doubted it. But if true, She had really done and seen so much than the future Lord of Legolas Elanaoragorn.

the priest said, and his voice tightened almost imperceptibly on the word fully, “then we will seek understanding before judgment.” Before judgment. Elara’s stomach sank. That meant judgment was coming. It only had to wait its turn. A voice rose from the right side of the hall, older and controlled but loud enough to be heard. “There is nothing to understand if the prince felt no bond.” Another answered before the priest could. “The circle reacted.” “It faltered.” “That was because of her.” The words spread faster this time, passing from one cluster of wolves to the next. They were not shouting. They did not need to. Whispers could do more damage when everyone wanted to hear them.