Orc Lord Novels & Stories

She wasn't hurt. "Sebastian please step forward," Silva, the head of the council stated. She was the oldest council member and was dressed in white completely. Each member had their own signature colour and it is the colour of their eyes; Enits is blue while Heed is gold. All members are female, except for Dakel (silver) who is Heed's brother. "Morning Council." I greeted then sat down. "Mark please also sit." She smiled as Mark sat down next to me. The table was now completely full.

he said with a tight serious face. “Thank you for having us, Gen. Benette.” Dean Alcione answered back. “Let me introduce to you, from the Magic Division, Dorin Silvius and Johan Ignacius from the Magic Defence department Special Class.” Upon the mention of the name Ignacius, a soft murmur passed over the students who stood in attention. “May I also introduce my other companions, Lord Ombra, who is a visiting dignitary from the south, and his very young ward Dagon.” Dorin and Johan both looked at Ombra, awaiting his reaction, but were surprised when the tall dark dragon lord simply nodded his head towards the general. Dagon silently sulked in his arms.

I replied, “I have a couple issues with that question. One, I didn’t just bring my magic; I brought myself too. Two, I was asked to come here to improve the relationship between shifters and humans. I am here to see if we can put an end to poaching. I had no intention of even using my magic. Get over yourself. I’m not even a witch.” He tilted his head as if he was perplexed by me, “You say you are not a witch, but you have magic. What are you then?” I replied, “I’m not telling you a thing until I know who I am talking to.” He stepped back and let out a laugh, “I do apologize, my name is Rubeus Saruman. Most people around here call me Rube. Who, may I ask, are you?” I replied, “I am Chloe Ber

This strikes Anna as odd because every kingdom has an Oracle and it is important to have one. Oracles are extremely holy beings who are born with the third sight to see the future. They are bound by the laws of the Moon Goddess not to interfere in changing the future. If anyone asks them about the future, the Oracle is bound by magic to tell them the truth otherwise, the Oracle will die on the spot. Changing the future will also kill them because no one is supposed to mess with fate. Anna sighs in frustration. How am I going to find Ras? She groans inwardly.

Eight feet of pure horror bounding through the woods, towards the horde made up of at least twenty high orcs. High Orcs were normal orcs who evolved due to their high intake of mana from the surroundings. They are commonly found since mana is everywhere but for there to be a horde of this many High Orcs then both their physiques that cause them to take in so much mana and the forest which is filled with mana are highly compatible. My wolf, half the size of the smallest orc in the group, lunges straight at the throat of one of the High Orcs. It holds it in place with his massive claws then rips out the throat before the overgrown orc has any chance to swing its club.

But hope without proof is useless here. Lord Marcus closes his eyes for a brief moment, then opens them again. “By the laws of the clan,” he says, voice steady but sad, “a lord without an heir cannot lead us through annihilation.” My chest aches. “Ardonis Stepanov,” another elder announces, “you are hereby removed as Clan Lord and future Head of the Oracle.” The words strike harder than any blade. A figure steps forward eagerly. Theodore. My cousin’s smile is barely contained, his excitement thinly veiled behind false solemnity.

Vulk snarled violently beneath my skin. “No,” I rasped immediately. “No.” The Oracle’s silver gaze sharpened slightly. “The Dreadlord seeks to break his spirit before binding him completely.” Rage exploded so hard my Alpha pheromones burst uncontrollably into the air. Several warriors trembled. “I’ll kill him,” I growled. The Oracle stepped closer. “The Dreadlord knows this.” I froze. “He has waited years for your rage,” she said softly. “Because rage clouds judgment.”

"Has the Department of Mystia really fallen this far? Someone like you has actually inherited the title Southern Edge?" There was unmistakable disappointment in Kaldor's eyes. He had crossed paths with the previous generation of the Southern Edge and the Northern Steel back in his youth, and they had been far stronger than Orion. "Go to hell!" Orion exploded with rage on the spot, while the other four moved in tandem. A world-shaking battle erupted instantly. Orion truly lived up to his reputation as Helso's direct disciple. An overwhelming pressure burst from him like a tidal wave, instantly drowning out the auras of every other prodigy present.

“I am a Herald, Orym. I see beyond the physical. I don’t need to be told to know who they are and what their cursed selves did to Panoma.” “Good,” Elder Orym whispered, his eyes heavy. He turned to the High Priest... a man who had long forgotten the order of his calling and the guidelines of his position. “Blood, they say… always comes calling,” he said. Soren’s eyes darkened. “Don’t tempt me, Orym. You know what I can do.” Orym’s wrinkled lips pressed. “I do,” he whispered calmly. “I’ve always known.” Then his head tilted toward the beaming runes. “You owe too much, High Priest… and time has a way of collecting every debt.”

Chapter 3: The Orc Chieftain King Torvald rode deep into the wild orc territories with only a small group of his most trusted warriors, the dense forest giving way to rocky hills and hidden caves as the scent of smoke, sweat, and primal musk grew stronger. Torvald was a force of nature broad-shouldered, thick with battle-hardened muscle, and driven by a hunger that no ordinary conquest could satisfy anymore. Rumors of Grulak, the orc chieftain whose cock was said to be the biggest and thickest in the savage lands, had haunted his dreams for weeks. Torvald’s own impressive length throbbed in his breeches at the mere thought. He would claim it. Tonight.