Orc-san And Knight Novels & Stories

One orc says. “I want hunt food. Hungry.” Another one grunts in anger. A smacking sound follows. “Ouch! Stop. Pain…” The complaining of the first orc clearly heard. Cleo nods to Caspian and the others in silent conversation. So, Alirion has enlisted the services of these orcs. What were they promised by the sneaky fairy? Caspian signals to their group to surround the arguing orcs. It appears there are just three of them in sight. They can handle this easily.

He exchanged a glance with the Dragonsbane Mech, and they immediately launched a coordinated assault. But at that moment, a streak of light slashed through the battlefield, cutting it in half. Orabella had made her move. She spoke calmly, "The longer we delay, the worse it gets. Finish this quickly. We strike together!" Tedric's face darkened. "The Solmora! That's a sacred relic of The Light Council! You're an Episcoprie of The Light Council!" Orabella hadn't expected him to recognize the Solmara so quickly. With her identity exposed, she became even more determined to take down Tedric. She snapped, "What are you waiting for me?"

His eyes flicked to me—and they held no recognition. “Kiergan,” Orion muttered beside me, voice trembling. “That’s not him anymore.” “I don’t care,” I said, swallowing the bile rising in my throat. “He’s still in there. I know he is.” The Head Witch clapped once. “Prove it.” The corrupted Thane lunged. ---

I didn't answer her, I didn't even know what to say, part of me wanted to even apologize for maiming her like that, but the other part of me, the strange part, didn't want me to act like a coward. So I took a quick glance at Orion, I could see him rubbing his temples from the corner of my eye. Something was really off, I could tell. Nikky and Orion knew something I didn’t, and that scared me more than the fight itself. “Time for round two,” Orion announced through the speakers. Then he turned to me, “Princess Ravenna, pick your weapon.” The way he pronounced the word “Princess” felt cringed. It was obviously all for show, a mockery in front of the crowd.

he asked, his smirk playing visible on his lips. Ronan quickly lunged at two of the warriors by himself, his fangs aiming for one’s throat while he aimed for the other’s chest clawing his way through their neck and chest, blood gushing out from them. To his left, Orion moved with vicious efficiency, his movements calculated, his blade slicing through enemy after enemy. He was no longer Kade’s pawn. He was fighting for something else now. For survival. For redemption. The battlefield became a storm of movement.

"I'm here to---" "Do I know you?" C.C exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise as she recognized the handsome man in their office. Mia and Lena turned to her, their faces filled with confusion. "You know this arrogant guy, C.C?" Mia asked, her voice laced with disbelief. C.C stepped closer to Onyx, who was smiling at them. "Onyx Samaniego, the fifth Knight. What's a Knight doing here?" C.C asked, her voice filled with surprise. "Y-you're a Knight?" Lena asked, her voice filled with awe. Onyx smiled at them, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

He concluded that the Dragon King from Sol might be as powerful as a Sacred Knight. In Durandal, knights also had various ranks according to their strengths—Bronze Knight, Silver Knight, Golden Knight, Sacred Knight, and Divine Knight. Bronze was the lowest, and Divine was the highest. After estimating James’ strength, the old man waved his hand nonchalantly and said, “He’s not even thirty and shouldn’t be worth the effort of sending a stronger family member to suppress him. Let him do as he pleases. Meanwhile, you should work on getting even stronger.”

Annie is panting practically, making me nauseous on his scent. I see the warriors behind him, waiting for his signal. He must be high up in command. He looks strong and powerful, maybe a Gamma or a warrior chief or something. “He’s handsome as hell Dana”. Annie… Now is not the time and shit, he has my knife in his shoulder. Annie freezes… “you bladed our mate you bitch”. I scoff, yeah well I didn’t know he was mid air.. Besides, the last thing I need is a man telling me what to do.

Before he could speak the fragmented spirit of the knight was resolute his spiritual for was slowly breaking the longer he stayed in the mortal realm. The Demon closed his eyes unleashing a small field of the spirit realm around the fallen knight as they watched the heroes fight. Kent was somewhat disgusted with how the warriors fight Their forms are sloppy, their strikes are disgustingly sloppy, and their over-reliance on the power of others and their ancient weaponry is a complete mockery of what a warrior stands for. The knight looked around to see the number of orcs was increasing as they surrounded the heroes when from the corner of his eye. The Priestess’s form and her grace in battle

He didn't want to believe it. Anthony bit his lip, and his eyes trailed to the ground below him. The place looked so ethereal, like a sort of fantastical world. The grass was long beneath him, and the breeze swirled through the blades delicately. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Why?" "I'm sorry I let this happen. I couldn't save you. I tried. I watch you die, George. I tried to save you...avenge you. I thought I was strong enough," The fallen knight stammered out his apology. "I wasn't. I know you probably didn't even want me to fight Solace... I had to. I had to do something." He clenched his fists. "I told myself that even if it was the last thing I did, I would do it for you."