Claimed By The Orc Prince Novels & Stories

He unleashed evil insects to assail the defenders' base, relying on his formidable magic, a testament to his confidence in his abilities. In the form of a tigress, Algea approached the king's throne, bowing her head respectfully. "Forgive me, my king," she pleaded. "I never thought that the male orphan had already mastered his weapon." Pricus's stoic expression remained unchanged. He cast a quick gaze at Algea and remarked, "There's no point in explaining. Failure is still a failure. They haven't gained their full powers yet, but you already lost to him."

If I am being honest I am now well aware that I am the beast troubling people in my kingdom because what else would explain me waking up in the middle of the night with thirst and waking up the following day by my father ‘ s grave with blood stains on my teeth . Please believe me when I say that I am not doing any of this intentionally and I have even tried doing everything in my power to stop myself but I have failed with every attempt to stop . It is just that my thirst for blood overpowers me every single night and it infuriates me the most to know that I am the cause of my people ‘ s grief . The fact that everyone thinks that there is an intruder from outside who is after the people's li

How could the human Prince think he looks so huge and ugly? A small smile danced on his lips as he said; "Prepare my demon beast. I'm going on a trip." "Yes, my Lord." The person in the shadows answered immediately. Then out of curiosity, he asked; "Are you going to see the human Prince , my Lord?" The Dark Lord leaned back on his throne and smiled. "Of course. We can't have him thinking I'm some huge ugly monster. I'm going to show him what I really look like." *******

Not creatures. People. Spies. Winter cursed. “Oh come on, it’s never just one!” One of them spoke, voice distorted. “Step aside, Prince.” Fenrir’s eyes burned gold. “You shouldn’t have come here.” The fight erupted without warning. Oragon moved first, blade flashing as he intercepted one attacker. Steel rang against enchanted metal. Sparks flew. Winter leapt backward, hands glowing as he flung a barrier between me and the chaos. “Mother stays behind me!”

---- Jack’s POV Morning comes early when you carry the weight of a pack’s future on your shoulders. As Alpha Prince of the Salt Rock pack and the one who will one day sit on the throne, there is no such thing as a lazy dawn. My father has been training me for years—grooming me to take over his duties so that when he steps down, the pack will not falter. The elders respect him; I want them to respect me the same way.

Both of his hands grip the railing as he tries to host himself up to no avail. Both of the men that are front and center grip one another. Each hand lashing out and locking their appendages together. Both begin to render their power. Flames begin to below from the prince’s feet while purple arcane power begins to flow from the armor that Scar wears. The right leg of the prince begins to give out and slams down on the snow-covered ground as if he is kneeling to the orc. Through the corner of his eyes, he sees his class, the hunters he would come to know as family. The twins are both Ashenfall and Moreen. Alongside them are Forevine and his now dog that sits by his side and watches. The sensat

Karl mumbled slowly. Magnus interrupted immediately, “who owns it?” Karl's voice became hoarse, and he lowered his head to respond “it belongs to Prince Rowan”. My breath stopped instantly and I felt a sharp pain pierce through my chest. Rowan really came here with armies just to find me. Magnus' eyes narrowed dangerously and he asked, “hope the warriors are well prepared for what’s about to happen?”

Alirion argues. “But that is what you are doing right now. You feel superior too!” The Princess points out. “Well now I really am Princess. I am the greatest fairy in all the realms and apparently I have these angry orcs to support me to overcome the four realms.” Alirion turns his back from the Princess and walks away with a very amused laughter.

I said with a smirk, and it looked like he saw it. “Is that why you constantly live on it?” The prince wrinkled his nose before he walked inside the room. I scoffed and followed him. He thought I was too beneath him and his stately attitude was not helping him, at all. Soon.... Soon this would all end. As soon as we walked in, Thalia Red’s father stormed towards the prince, his face twisted in anger. His eyes glowed like the twin embers of hell. “For this, I will have your crown and your head,” he growled, his claws growing out. O, this was good. The drama. I had always loved drama.

All around was cloud and mist, and I waited for my eyes to adapt lest I accidentally slip off the edge of the cliff I’d just battled so hard to ascend. As I wiped away stinging tears, trees came into view, as well as the ground was covered with a light covering of snow. Standing on that ground was a man who gaped at me, eyes wide and mouth hanging agape. “How…?” he murmured, reaching out to touch me as though to ascertain whether I were genuine. “How…?” “The orcs have vanquished,” Tristan declared, moving up close to me and causing the man to jerk back. “For which you may give your thanks to Andronika Born-in-Fire, child of Freyja and lady of theMystic Rune pack.”