Hobbit Orc King Novels & Stories

I interrupted her, "Don't call me honey. It disgusts me. When you were having fun with Greg in the car, did you ever think about this day? When you were trying to kick me out of the house, did you ever think about this day? This is the path you chose, and you'll see it through, even if you have to crawl to get to the end of it." With that said, I rolled up the car window. Joanna desperately clung to the car door. "No! Don't go! Noah, you can't be so cruel!" As she watched my departing car, her eyes filled with remorse. If only... Unfortunately, there were no do-overs in life. The light turned green. I stepped on the gas pedal and sped away. At that moment, the cold, mechanical voice in my mi

"Not from Isla. From me. What does the Lycan King actually want from a half-wolf florist from Creston with a complicated child and no political value whatsoever?" He was quiet for long enough that I turned to look at him. He was already looking at me. "You," he said simply. "That's the entirety of it. The bond isn't political and neither am I, not about this." He held my gaze. "I want the chance to prove that. Nothing more than that right now. Just the chance." The wall was cold under my palms. The morning was grey and quiet and somewhere inside the pack house my daughter was eating breakfast with Mira and probably conducting negotiations over the last piece of toast.

She took a deep breath before pushing open the door, her limbs once again shaking. Inside the room was two men, and a woman. She was certain that the man in the middle, a man only a few years older than her, at the head of the table as they all sat around, was the King. He had shaggy black hair, and was lazily lounged out, with his feet in another chair. However, just as she realized that the wonderful scent of a warm fireplace seemed nearly overpowering in here, his eyes snapped up to hers, and she saw the depths of his amber eyes. She felt like she was going to be eaten alive if she looked into them for too long.

His smirk deepened, enjoying the way Ragnor’s body trembled with resistance—resistance that was failing. “What the hell are you doing?! Why the hell can you use magic? Wolves don’t have magic!" I spat. The king turned his gaze to me and laughed darkly. "Oh, but I do," he murmured, as if explaining something simple to a child. "That is why I am the king." Ragnor let out a strangled growl, his body still convulsing. "You’re no king. You’re a goddamn monster!" The king let out a soft chuckle.

After he was done reading the entire instructions, the king started to work with the fire and…cook. Tobeyaz stood by with his eyes wide open. The king is cooking, he grieved inwardly. His mind was already poisoned by fear for he thought this might be one of the cues that someone might die, probably from food poisoning. “Your Majesty, pardon me asking, but who is going to eat these?” he asked. He wanted to prepare his heart if the king decided to make him eat the foods; fried vegetables and some other ingredients that weren’t available in the soil of Luthien.

he added. “ No it was not,” I said, trying to assure him even when I had my share of doubts. How does a person enter into a kingdom with enchantment all around it? I shall take this chance to explore more into the forest. I have to know if the warriors are still here or not. “ If it was bound to happen, it will happen even if I'm inside the castle,” I said. “ Good thing it happened earlier, now we know that there is a threat roaming around,” I added, looking at all of them.

“Well what are you waiting for?! Say it! Say his name so he can wake up and bring my husband back!” Vathar glanced at Ron, who was still clinging to the tree. “…the tree is your husband?” he asked slowly, blinking. That was the Elf King who fought him some time ago? “Look, I don’t care that you’re the Dark Lord,” Prince Ron growled. “Hurry and say it or I will kick you!” Vathar stared at him for a second, then huffed out a breath that was half a laugh, half a sob. He could understand how the human Prince felt. To be without your lover is like having half your body paralyzed. He knew so more than anyone.

I watch as he calls up the pups, Princess Lotta, Prince Thorin and Prince Isaac. They move and join him, and I stay stood at the side, relaxing now that Thorin is away from the women talking rubbish. Of course, people ask questions, and if I thought the comments were bad about me before, they get worse when he announces I’m their mum. “At least the ugly branch missed the pups and only hit Harlyn.” “He must have been desperate to go near her.” “Imagine purposely getting pregnant to the king just to run away with his pups.” “She used him to keep her foot in the kingdom, knowing she isn’t worth shit.”

"If you call me 'my sunshine', 'my queen' or 'my love'... Then you're hella' in!... Otherwise, names like 'you' or 'woman'... Then you're freaking out! Yah, hear me?" The King sniffed and smelled the queen reeking of alcohol. He held her waist and put her down, but he needed to support Aileen's waist because the queen looked like on the verge of collapsing. 'This woman is drunk. I could smell her sweet scent mixed with alcohol. She really is testing my patience!' says a voice inside the King's head. "Have you gone insane?! Don't tell me you are drunk? Is this your way of rebelling?"

He commented getting to his feet and watching as I walked over but the Alpha King beside me, didn’t take too kindly to another man looking me up and down and growled such a deadly growl in response. “Oh, I see you’ve brought company, the Alpha King in this neck of the woods was not on my bingo card for the year but neither was you standing there with a mark on your neck either.” Peter, who did not care for authority now that he was on this side of the woods and as he said, this power letting him and all his family and friends down the moment his home was attacked, said not scared in the slightest.