Romans & histoires Hobbit Orc King

"The fate of the king lies within my hands, as does the destiny of his Kingdom." With utmost reverence, Beta O'Horan inclined their head. "We have traversed vast distances in search of your wisdom, venerable wizard. The king languishes, tormented by a venom that eludes even our most skilled healers. We implore you, with all our hearts, to come forth and aid him. Employ your unparalleled power and boundless knowledge to preserve his life. The consequences of the king's demise would reverberate throughout our entire realm."

Now she was here, hauled before the monster who had taken everything. The doors boomed shut behind her. The throne hall was a cavern of shadows and torchlight, filled with rows of hulking orc warriors in spiked armor, their tusked faces leering. At the far end, upon a large throne, sat the Orc King. Milana’s breath caught in her throat.

the dwarf king said nonchalantly, staring at the elf king without a tad of fear. "I'm going to kill you," the elf king immediately lunged at the dwarf king who simply vanished. He appeared behind King Glidor, hovering. "I'm right here, you puny ass weakling," he taunted his rival. "Silence!" the orc king hit the table with his palm and it greatly shook, a few cracks appeared on it. "You're lucky," said the elf king as he returned to his seat and folded his arms, sulking.

A dangerous person that must not become King again. “My intentions as a king when I first wore the crown was good but, my intentions changed when I gave my crown to him just to follow the stupid prophecy. I’m good with having you as a wife, you’re cute and I would love to hear your screams every night, see you drenched in your own pools of blood. It would be great, wouldn’t it?” His psychotic smile never left his face.

From inside the rift, a figure stepped out. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Wrapped in shadows that curled around him like living smoke. His eyes—two burning fragments of twilight—snapped instantly to Aria, and the darkness around him thickened in response, as if reacting to her collapse. The Dark King. A murmur rippled through the stunned crowd. “W-What is that—?” someone whispered. “Is he a rogue? A demon?” another stammered. “No,” Alpha Rowan said hoarsely. “No, this… this is something else.”

Matthew's eyes widened, as he looked at his master who was writhing in pain Erebor is the center of the Dwarves' Oxide Energy Jewel. It is a kingdom located in the far east. It has been settled by dwarves since ancient times. Its most important landmark is the only mountain, which is considered the castle of the Dark King, but he has not gone there since the last war between him and the kingdom of the jinn. There was no more time for him to ask, he quickly opened the Dark Gate, then teleported his master there

Walking where the energy of my father's aura was, I stumble to see maids and servants leaving the first floor to the upper floors. Walking towards the throne room, I’m met with the stench of rogue's scent. Placing my hands towards my nose to cover my nostrils, I heard a man speak, “If you deny us your daughter to marry our Prince, we will deny any entry from the villages filled by your loyal subjects! Mark our words, King Legolas. We rule the darkest forests. Our King has no heart for ignorance!”

King Alexander seemed to start to be overwhelmed as well. “Suppose you aren’t quelled right now, you’ll create such a mess throughout the whole universe, Crazy Bad Ass King...” Hades also seemed to start to be overwhelmed as well. “Let’s see then how far and how long you can resist this tremendous and substantial red orpiment...” King Richard Orlando went on emitting more and more red orpiment towards King Alexander and Hades.

he continued. "So he's related to their king or something," I asked. I wasn't too surprised as Andre always teased that he had some power. "He's definitely related," Hanson spoke "He's the Prince of the vampires, set to become king once he chooses a mate." I frowned, that did surprise me. Andre had failed to mention that fact, which was important since he always tried to convince me to pick him as a mate.

I started having a vision of something that made absolutely no sense at all. I am in a castle, but it's not ours. I see Aidinth and a king exchanging greetings, and his queen walks up to me and smiles. She tells me thank you, for something, then we walk into a sitting room. We are just making small talk, when her son comes in the sitting room. He sits next to me, although there are other places to sit. I feel very uncomfortable when he puts his arm on the back of the couch, behind me. His mother introduces me to him, and I just nod at him. I turn my back to him, so that he can see I'm not interested. I also try to turn my head to the wall behind us, so that he can see my mark. He's not getti