Hobbit Orc King Novels & Stories

“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.”

Three boys appeared, holding a bow. Mercies!! Her heart screamed out. The one in the middle - wearing a robe. It was the King!! Instantly, the pains from the arrow seemed to affect her so much, she lost consiousness and passed out.

Otherwise, don't expect your life after marriage to be anything like you imagine. A few of his friends let out low, knowing laughs. Linda crossed her arms, lifting her chin again. "Well? We don't have all day." I clicked my tongue, then glanced toward the door. "Dave, Julie, if this is really the guy who's inheriting the Wests' empire, you might want a backup plan." Hendrick spun around, his face draining of color. "Mom? Dad? Why are you… Madeline! You set this up again, didn't you? I told you, if you still want into my family, stop pulling this crap!"

"I was wondering how long it would take you to come crawling back to me, young king. Come in, then. Leave your attack dog outside." Marcus stiffened beside me. "I go where my king goes." I put a hand on Marcus's shoulder before he could respond. "Wait here. I'll be fine." "Your Majesty…" "That's an order." He stepped back, fury radiating from every line of his body, but he obeyed. As I crossed the threshold, I heard the Oracle's soft laughter. "Such loyalty. Such violence. You keep dangerous company, young king." "Says the woman who lives alone in the woods and threatens to transform people into animals."

Without another word, he turned and hurried off to fulfill King Lucian's command. King Lucian stood before the large doors of the throne hall, his expression solemn. The guards stationed on either side of the entrance immediately recognized their monarch and swung the massive doors open without delay. As Lucian stepped inside, he held his head high, exuding the regal bearing expected of a king. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, his heart was heavy with sorrow and regret.

Jack. “Since Orion’s death, a power struggle has emerged; you do not want to find yourself on the opposite side to me.” Jack spat back, the tension in his voice strained and vicious. “I will take back my rightful title as King of Bhakhil, it is my birthright!” Along with the anger, there was also desperation in my father’s voice. So he truly was born a royal. He always said he was a king, but I could never believe him. “I want what’s owed to me Vargr… Where is the witch? I know Orion had you hide her.”

He has cards, which are the weirdest cards I've ever seen. Even though I could see it from afar, it looked like a small smoke device sheltered in a rectangular transparent glass cage that kept moving. In the books I read about the dwarves, there was mention of their king. The nameless man who reigns and manages to spread good qualities, he is also a person who can summon high-level spirits, these spirits are the purest and purest souls. As illustrated in the book, the king of Ax and his friends has ankle-length hair, noting that he loves to shirt chiton and go barefoot. He has a kinder heart than anyone alive.

There are only fifty remaining participants after the tool invention challenge, and the spectators cheer as usual. I glance around. Lycan King Gideon is still in his assigned seat. He is as handsome as ever—dark hair, onyx eyes, and tanned skin—all features that make me so infatuated with him. He looks older now. However, that only makes him more handsome. His shoulders look broader, and he looks more muscular than before. I snort. I wonder who he is physically abusing with those arms and fists?

The book reflected on the good I couldn't see in the man currently sitting on the throne. "He was the sole reason for Ragnar's destruction," Makaria said behind me. My hands turned into fists as I glared at the man sitting on the throne like he just didn't manipulate the destruction of innocents. Before I could say something, the door of the main hall opened again, gaining all my attention, and the creature I saw next had me gasping as my eyes almost popped out of their poor sockets. I might go eye-less in the end. "The King of vampires," Makaria said while glaring at the creature. No, he wasn't human-looking at all. I mean he looked like a human but at the same time, he didn't. Ragnar was f

the king threw at them as the gaurds surrounded the four figures in their mist. "Without mincing words King Oklios this phenomenon is happening because one thing which the prophecy had always spoken of had been fulfilled.The Demon Hybrid has been reborned to save the realm from the hands of the Orcs of Isengard" the four figures chorused together. "behold your saviour has been born" They ended and vanished into thin air leaving the King Oklios and his subjects in fear and anxiety. . . . . .