Hobbit Orc King Novels & Stories

I said through clenched teeth, “I am going to do something I will regret.” Silence. Then the Oracle stepped forward gently. “Thorin,” she said softly, “she needs rest. Please.” He looked between us for a moment longer. Then exhaled. “…I’ll come back later.” I didn’t answer. He hesitated again, like he wanted to say more. Then finally left and The door closed. And I exhaled so hard my entire body slumped into the bed. The Oracle moved immediately to my side, checking my injuries with careful hands.

I smiled and said, "Oh, I know. King Uther from the dragon kingdom and nine other dragons are outside killing them. Oh! And Queen Winnie, from the kingdom of witches, sends her regards along with ten of her witches." King Orfeo paled a little more than he already is and said, "I can create as many as I want." I said, "But you have to be able to bite them to do that. Don't you?" Just then he opened his mouth to speak, I grabbed a hammer and slammed him in the mouth with it. It broke out all of his teeth. Then, I picked up a wooden stake that one of the witches had thrown and plunged it into his chest. He didn't die immediately. He sat there screaming, as I formed a ball of fire as big as his

We are surrounded. In each path a different species and their rulers appear. Fae Queen, Goblin King, Dwarf King, Human King (who knows of the supernatural) Witch Queen and King and so on. "Ha, an ambush. What? If I don't allow you to knock me up, you'll force my hand?" The Witch king steps forward "No, you'll come with me" I look the hippy/surfer cross, up and down. That is no Nazgul "Beg your pardon?" The look on his queens face tells me she'd also like to know. One by one they all declare a claim on me.

Rowan glanced over the crowd, looking at our table. “Horus, King Osirus’ dragon, as well as the elves have made sure of that. Green grasses cover the plains, the trees have taken root and new species of our kind have been brought out from hiding,” he smiled. “Orcs, were a great benefactor in helping us win this war.”

He only squeezed in response, but the look in his eye told me there was much more for us to discuss. King Orion commanded the soldiers in the area to destroy the remaining dead bodies. Willa explained how the three Orcs, named Sugha, Valpar, and Thorn. They all had raging muscles, at least seven feet tall, and crazy hair and tattoos on their bodies. Massive swords, clubs and spears hung on their backs, thick bindings on their arms, legs to use as armor. Not that they were needed, as Willa put it.

"We need to make it back to the border quickly." Soldiers wrestled her out of the punt while another paid the captain. She watched him float away with her precious bow and quiver, the work of many days and nights. A horse was brought, and Violet clambered on. "I'm King Curzon of Ipsit and I have been searching for you for a very long time, Violet," he said, positioning his horse next to hers in the center of the procession. "You're going to make me the most powerful monarch in all the elven realms."

He finished. I snorted indignantly. "Do you think I am one of your subjects that would shriek and do as you say? You must be delusional to think you can compel me into doing what you want," I said with a warning look. "I'd advise that you abandon any thought of getting her back." My lips twitched as realization hit. So she was from middle forest and the mate of this man, the alpha of middle forest. "I guess you just earned yourself an enemy," he said bitterly, obviously angry that he couldn't get what he wanted.

There must be at least fifty goblins here, and that orc is going to be a problem as well. "Goblins aren't the smartest creatures, but they do have a hierarchy that they follow and it keeps them organized." The orc says. "However, with me leading them we can accomplish more. That wyvern that attacked the camp gave us the right opportunity to attack, but we didn't expect them to be so strong. Being defeated like this makes them want to play with their toys even more. Go on boys, have some fun just make sure not to kill her."

But near the north door, there is a stairway going up but it's blocked by rubble. Marika runs and opens the northern door and gasps. The light of my lantern streams into the doorway and revealed a huge, muscled monster stooping over. He holds a massive spiked club in one hand and a melon-sized rock on the other hand. It's an Ogre. The Ogre smiles a jagged tooth grin, “I've been expecting you. I am your humble king, Gobler.”

“I just want the werewolf kingdom destroyed. Whatever you do with the land after that’s happened doesn’t concern me.” Daphne blinked, shocked at his words. He had to be lying, yet there was nothing in his expression that suggested he was. Did he really not care or was that just part of the issue? Why had Owen been so determined to kill Arthur and become king if he hadn’t learned such a thing from Osborn? She didn’t know what else to think, but the thought of John becoming king of anything made her sick. “And I didn’t kill the last king, Arthur’s father, to become king,” he smirked. “I settled a score.”