Hobbit Orc King Novels & Stories

“So you have heard of me.” “I have heard many tales in the intervening hours since you stepped into my domain,” the creature growled. “And told many of my own.” “I’ve only heard the one about you being a common thief, but by all means, if there is more to tell, I am happy to listen.” The orc king opened its jaw and let out a scream of rage, the noise like blades to my eardrums. Tristan didn’t so much as flinch, merely waited for the echoes to silence. “It explains why none recalls your name, king. You have no battle fame.”

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

Bai, you don't want blood to spew people! " Su Taohong looked around more and more people, the confidence in the heart also big up, after all, her this elder sister's bad reputation far-flung, on who also won't how believe her. "My blood spurns a person? Each neighbor fellow, as long as Su Taohong dares to drink this cup of water today, I su Yuebai disappears from now on, do you dare? " Su Yuebai takes the tea cup in the hands of two donkeys and hands it to Su Taohong. "Peach, it's all right. DRINK! " "drink up, peach, your sister's a bully! " See around the villagers are in good words to persuade Su Taohong, Su month white a helpless. Suyuebai Ah Suyuebai, what wicked things did you do bef

Will was halfway through the cave system when he realized the Orc leader was quickly catching up to him. He finally couldn't stand it anymore and looked back. There he saw the towering Orc, slowly moving through the tunnels. The Goblins that came in its way were all crushed with one swing, sometimes two or three at a time. The defenses Will had set up, the stakes in the wall, all broke like twigs against the Orcs armor and muscles.

One of the council men said, still bowing down, obviously scared of staring at the king. Among the members of the council who were present in the council meeting was Aloric, the great grand elder, father of Ashrak, the King's whore. Aloric bowed his head lowly, the heavy shame that was inmated upon his daughter still gripped him and his taste for revenge was increasing day by day.

Ilyana finally declared decisively. The Oracle nodded. - Okay, then we'll leave in an hour. I'll take you myself. -Where are you going, little sister? The male voice made the interlocutors almost jump in surprise. Valya closed her eyes and sighed resignedly. “We’re late...” the Oracle whispered barely audibly. At the entrance to the cave stood the king of vampires. His white hair, tied with a leather band at the back of his head, blew in the wind. The yellow eyes sparkled predatorily.

Elder prince Sargon said in his deep voice. “Hmm… now let’s go, we shall complete your crowing ceremony, Gandalf I want you to serve Sargon just the way you and your ancestor have served Royal so far” King said looking at both prince and Gandalf “be assured my king, my knowledge and power shall only be serve to you and your family” Gandalf said bowing in front of both king and elder prince.

August's POV My eyes were trained to a certain point where the chaos is going on. Neither of us moved in shock. My eyes were now looking at a figure that stood out from the monsters. He has a red cape and a crown but he doesn't look human. I already have an idea who it is, and the fact that I have an idea of ​​who it is makes me nervous. That thing is the king of Orcs. King Laurent. He is riding a war carriage that instead of a horse is pulled by two hellhounds. He looks demonic and terrifies me every time I stare at King Laurent's face.

However, before he had the chance to explode, Prince Aldric tactically added, "However, I pray thee, my father, my king, do not mind my appearance because these are the blood of your enemies, the Orcs, that threaten our kingdom and of which I have destroyed. Do not let your anger be kindled against me and look upon me with favor." At this point, the King had no choice but to let go of his anger because his hands were tied. The boy was more sly than he thought and he couldn't punish him, not while he did a great favor to the kingdom - of which he was reminded, vividly. King Oberon opened his clenched fist and flexed his fingers, sitting tall on his intricately carved golden throne with his he

a Harold called, and we did, of course, stand. Then, a man about 6’ 5” inches with dark brown hair, a broad chest and emerald green eyes entered the room. As if he couldn’t help himself, he locks eyes on me. He raises his head and breathes deep. Then he becomes crestfallen as he sits on the throne in the front. “State your business,” The King’s voice doesn’t match his appearance all at. “Hurry now, Joshua.” He looks so macho and scary, but his voice reminds me of the gatekeeper on Wizard of Oz. Very nasal and high.