Orc Lord Novels & Stories

Ethan frowned. “And this Overlord just… woke up tonight?” Lucian finally spoke. “Yes.” His tone was far more serious than usual. “And that’s very bad news.” Raven crossed her arms. “Explain.” Lucian exhaled slowly. “The Overlord is older than the Alpha Kings.” Ethan blinked. “Older?” Lucian nodded. “He is the ruler of the creatures from the other realm.” Hayes added quietly, “The first king of monsters.” Ethan stared at them.

I greeted her. They had no essence of time and they appeared when you were needed. In my reality this is who I took my orders from. An oracle is a person with certain witch-like traits, they are the oldest of our kind and they can see what nobody else can. They are the most revered and feared in the supernatural world and people like me were handpicked by them to ensure the safety of all species. “The human will be hunted because of what she’s revealing, she will need your protection, she cannot die, it will upset the balance of the universe,” she said as I stood up from the bed.

Vador said to Aleister as they left the room. "Dark lord," Jadis bowed. "To what do I owe this honour," Vador said offering her a seat. Lady jadis was a white witch,she was the leader of the eastern empire.Vandora was her cousin and was sent by jadis with the approval of the council to watch Vador. Falling for the dark lord,Vandora refused to leave,she had called jadis earlier that day to inform her that the lord was having an affair with a human vampire in the royal house.

Marcus obeyed, his heart racing as he entered the circle of light. As he stood within the orb's glow, Marcus felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if the boundaries between his reality and the unseen were thinning, merging in a dance of whispers and shadows. The seer's eyes held his, their depths swirling with ancient wisdom. "The oracle is... obscured," she murmured, her words a solemn revelation. "There is a darkness, a presence that eludes even my sight. Something malevolent has entered your pack." Marcus's brow furrowed in frustration. "Can you not see who or what it is?" he asked, his voice laced with urgency.

“Fragments of what’s to come. I see a Shattered Crown… power, ancient and cursed, bound to your name whether you want it or not.” Lucian stepped between them protectively. “Explain.” “The Holy Order is preparing to strike,” the Oracle said, standing. “But it isn’t just about Elias. They seek something older. Forgotten. They are driven by a false prophecy that misnames Elias as a vessel for destruction. But there’s more. They’re afraid of what might return through him.” “Return?” Dorian echoed, stepping closer. “What does that mean?” The Oracle turned to him, her silver eyes unreadable. “There is a god who sleeps beyond the veil of time. An ancient being older than even the gods you know. Eli

Now, I needed to inform Alucard about this. "Oh..." I tried to nod and acted getting curious. "You said he is one of the lords who helped Lord Marcus. Where are they? Are they also going to visit here?" I hinted my voice with pure enthusiasm. This made me want to let their guard down and make them believe my questions were harmless. Once I knew their names, these would be over. I could go home and be with my kids. "Oh!" Sally nodded. "Their names are Orcelius Armsford and Kriecher Inkstone."

But so far I haven't seen anyone doing magic or riding a broomstick. I even saw a book there about mythical creatures and even Orcs. I took the book about Orcs and immediately opened it. I didn't bother to go to the table because I had no intention of reading it all. Orcs Fifty years ago the existence of Pandorian people and Orcs already began. The fall of King Laurent, of the Kingdom Anatolia, leads the king into insanity, and a curse given by a God emerged because of his greed. It corrupted his soul until he became a monster, a monster called Orc. Orcs are living to that feed the souls of Pandorian people. Their characteristics are unique. They have unique abilities. They are the monsters

"I knew it! The prophecy of Amaranthanak is coming, isn't it?" Oliver looked a little startled as he studied Kord. "How do you know of this?" Like a little boy in a candy store, Kord almost danced on his feet as he struggled to stand still and act like he was over the age of seven. "I'm the historian for the Sova and Markvordor legends." Oliver studied Kord a little more closely. He narrowed his brilliant golden eyes and inspected every inch of the other man. "You are a shifter, yes?"

An old man, clad in tattered robes, stepping forward with slow, measured steps. He stopped a few paces away, his gaze settling on Elior. “I know you,” the man rasped. “You are the one who shattered the Throne.” The man’s name was Orris, one of the last survivors of Dawnfire. He had seen the sky break, had felt the change ripple through the land. “The First King built the Throne for a reason,” he said. “It was never just a seat of power. It was a cage.” A chill ran through Elior.

And still yet, that remains the least confusing thing, as what is, is the finding of the stake of Adonis, which was used to kill King Orrin. So many questions left unanswered, because yet, I never expected the Lord of the heavens to let such happen, without giving us any kind of sign. Still yet still, it is still a sign from him that each and every God he created is now in danger, meaning a new supernatural has risen, or it could be a supernatural who has always been there.