Orc War Chief Novels & Stories

It did not even seem as if they noticed how off the hook he was. When he sighed and reclined against his chair, one of the Chiefs stood up with champagne in one hand, the other hand adjusting his jade colored robe as he lifted the drink toward Lucerne. The noise died down and all eyes turned to him before he spoke. “Today, we, the Chiefs of Coral Shore, are dining together to celebrate the return of the acting Demon Lord.” Lucerne's head dropped as his eyes narrowed on the Chief’s figure. What was his name again? Chief Lieu, right? He could recall the precise words of this same man when he tabled the fact that he needed to find his brothers before any merriment was necessary.

The General was surrounded by Five of the Chiefs of the Demon Army, which was formerly six if Mordok didn't perished. There is a High Orc, a Winged Demon, a Selkie, a Dragonoid, and a Succubus. The Chiefs also gave off a dangerous presence. 'This is not good.' With those Chiefs surrounding him on all sides, could they actually ambush the General? This was a thought shared by all guild members. We all looked up at the Demon Army General, hesitant to act. Meanwhile, the army, which was watching their Great Leader from afar, was filled with a weird anxiety.

Kayden started to ask, “Who…” But before he could finish, the man slowly turned around, revealing his face. Kayden was surprised to see that the man was in his thirties and wondered if he was really the leader of the Prime Oracles. The man's next words confirmed Kayden's suspicion. "Hello, Mr. Kayden. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm the current head of the Prime Oracles. You can call me Bryce Waltz.” Just as Kayden expected, the Prime Oracles was a family-owned organization. When the Waltzes had internal conflicts, one branch moved south and established the Prime Oracles.

Chaos knew very well that he could easily crush her like an ant with his claws… But she held no aggressiveness within her demeanor, nor she held ay bloodthirst. And it wasn't as if he wanted to do this, after all, he wanted to give the Orcs a chance… perhaps seeking some more emotions within his cold heart, he was trying to be a bit like his father, who had many loyal servants. Perhaps making the Orcs loyal servants was part of this plan. Although he wouldn't have a problem eating them all if they were to refuse. "A-Ah… I-I am… I am Dura, the provisionary chief of the tribe… Until the males come back…" she said timidly.

Riven Thornclaw hands the metal tongs straight to my fingers, while another young healer takes quick magic-stone pictures and records every single observation my tongue lets out during the cutting. After completing the full autopsy on the rogue wolf, my boots exit the smelling room, only to bump straight into an old warrior wearing a grand elder uniform inside the main stone office. "Grandpa Chief!" the young girl yells out first. The old male standing there is the absolute highest law officer of the whole Major Crimes Unit, Old Chief Obinna Okafor. The young girl looks completely shocked to spot her grandfather inside our quiet working den, while Riven stands there totally lost in thought,

Collins says. “You think I don’t know that?” I ask. “Yeri, there are Orizon troops in Elanor. With no one to lead them, Elanor warriors will not do anything because you are here. And even if you were to send some information to attack, it would need to be strategically planned because Ozar is not a fool. Before he was king, he was my father’s general. He likes the dance of war!” Collins says and I clear my throat, dragging a seat from under the table.

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

Brian:yes very good things Oranus:that is good so if you will follow me I shall take you to meet the other commanders from the other planets that you will be leading in the attack(starts going to the war room) Brian:ok your majesty (follows him) (At the war room) Oranus:(sits down in his place) fellow commanders am pleased to welcome you to the planet Jupiter All commanders:we thank you your majesty Oranus:very well I would like to introduce prince Brian from Mars (points to him) he will be your overall commander on this mission,(turns to prince Brian)I would like to introduce you to commander Roger and his second in command Kris from planet Saturn Roger and Kris:(stands up)we are honoured t

Felicity nodded and told him about the chief of Admiralporium, whom he had never met. “Chief Kline, Warren Kline, is a warlord. I’m not sure of his particular level, but he’s beaten a warlord before. “He’s easygoing and dotes on his subordinates. He treasures Chief Rivera and us captains and always fights for a higher budget for us to the superior. “He loathes backstabbers because he was betrayed when he was younger and that caused a huge loss. “I don’t know about others, but the few of us who’ve spent rather long in Admiralporium and interacted with Chief Kline more often are respectful of him. We don’t feel the restraint or pressure of facing a superior with him either.”

My voice was steady despite the tremor in my hands. The next forty-eight hours passed in a blur of intense, nerve-wracking preparation. Cardan was indeed a full-blown mother hen. He installed half a dozen extra Lycan guards outside our door, demanded fresh food that Harley had to scavenge from surrounding forests, and wouldn't let me stand for more than an hour at a time. But we worked. The messengers returned, breathless but successful. They brought back the chiefs: the stoic, iron-willed Orc War Chief, Grym, and the elegant, ancient Elven Elder, Lyra.