Orc War Chief Novels & Stories

I must have been gaping for God knows how long, because he suddenly cleared his throat, snapping me out of my "trance" "Did you even hear a word of what I said?" He dramatically sighed and face palmed. I stood up from my crouching position and blinked twice, getting into my fighting stance. He merely turned his back to me, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "My name is Okiro. A warlock of the five white clans of Duna. An endangered specie and the one of the last of my kind... thanks to your father's good work." What the fuck now? I'm pretty sure my eyes were as big as saucers now.

We eat theirs. We all seem fine after we eat. There is no way to know what time it is. The warriors work with me on some moves for tomorrow. I wonder if Augustus knows we are in the same cell? Not very bright considering these wolves are the elite of the elite. Finally the guards call lights out and one of the warriors switches clothes with me and sleeps in my bed. Bruce-Hendricks planed for this? Me-If I win tomorrow, I’m appointing Joshua as Second in Command and Hendricks as my chief Advisor.

(Rose Village Chief Ori) “Hahaha….with flying marks, Chief Ori…”.(Specialist Oghar) “Oh thank god!….to me, Young man…I don’t really care how you look or who you are….seeing that you are wearing that military uniform I know that you are dependable like any Aeternum officer I have meet…besides, I have dealt with a lot of people of all kind….so I know which is a good person and who are not…..”.(Rose Village Chief Ori)

Rooni gasped, almost running away. "Bloody spirits, MasterChief! Would you quit sneaking up on us?" Rooni complained. "And when would you quit getting startled at the slightest excitement?" MasterChief responded. "I wasn't startled. I was just, excited," Rooni shrugged. The MasterChief chuckled as he sat down with the bunch. "I'm not sure I got you correctly. But I think I heard you say that the man is no ordinary man. How?" Vira asked. "Not many know this but..." MasterChief looked around and then in a lowered voice he continued," That man is Commander Benek. The late King's War Chief."

I commanded. Commander Vance was the first to rise. His massive frame straightened, his dark silver eyes locking onto me, then moving to Cora with an expression of profound, unshakeable respect. One by one, the five hundred warriors of the vanguard stood, their armor clinking in a sharp, metallic rhythm as they returned to attention.

Oscar, the trusted second-in-command of the northern pack, understood the gravity of the situation. As rumors spread of Damian's return and his intentions to challenge Dax's authority, Oscar took charge, organizing the mercenaries to patrol the borders diligently. The fate of their pack hung in the balance, and it was his duty to ensure their safety. Gathered in the war room, Oscar addressed the army chiefs, their faces etched with determination and concern.

Alex noticed the stranger first and signaled to Kai, who approached cautiously. "I mean no harm," the stranger said, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. "My name is Orion, and I bring news of an old enemy who has returned." Kai's eyes narrowed as he studied Orion. "What enemy do you speak of?" "The rogue werewolves have revived an ancient adversary, a powerful warlock named Thorne. He seeks to aid them in their quest for the supreme god's power. If they succeed, his dark magic will amplify their strength beyond measure."

“Miss. Ferrowstrangth wants me to identify and destroy if need be.” Norvine looks over at the man and folds his arms tightly along his chest. A steady voice of his comes forth through his throat. “Because you know them, the orcs?” Butcher nods his head in agreement, one of the first signs that he gives the other male elf in terms of respect. Catarina nods her head as well. “Butcher and his crew went on multiple expectations before the flood to the kingdom of orcs, Spear Head. He studied the natives of there, lived among them for years.” Norvin still looks confused. “He can tell the difference between an Orc from Spear Head.” The scout is lost once more but his voice manages to sing through e

She had only closed her eyes when there was a knock on the door and a smallish orc came in. "Captain Steelshard sent me to heat the water. Is it a good time?" he asked. "Yes, sure. Come in," Aelanor told him. Aelanor watched as the boy orc came in and lit the fire underneath. She watched the water heat up and then asked the boy, "Did you say, "Captain"?" "Yes, we have an army. And she is the highest ranking officer of our troop," he said. "Army? For looting?" Aelanor asked.

someone was breaking the barrier of hell. "CHIEF DEMON WARRIOR YOUR PRESENCE IS COMMANDED!" his voice was deep and emotionless. The Chief- highest general of Demon Army. The place in demon army was earned by the most deserving lost souls, the one who have seen darkness but still had will and strength to fight....a sense of light present in there heart, a sense of justice. Black icy smoke whirled with the wind, the clanking of armour echoing as footsteps approached the throne, the mist clearing.