Orc War Chief Novels & Stories

"Jace. Will he continue like that? Is he a lousy liar?" "His Majesty will soon come after us. You don't have to worry. Suppose that's what you want to know, Miss Orwell. But I'm sure he's not a liar. He wouldn't lie about important things. As bitter as it was, he would tell the truth. It's just that maybe the timing isn't right for him." "What are you talking about? Sounds like a lot of fun?" Ben gave his best morning smile as he looked at Rain and Erica. "They're talking about Mr. Orwell, who turns out to be a warlock," said Jace, suddenly standing behind Rain and Erica.

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.

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

He was almost breathless by the time he finished talking, "But Orian rules the vampires, never seen him either, Hector acts on his orders." So, Orian is the top dog and this Hector is like his assistant or something. I stepped back from the man folding my hands across my chest. And for some reason, no one has seen either of them. After finding out that Amara's death was fake, our next option was to interrogate the people that worked in the establishments of this so-called Orian but it was against our rules to drag humans into our affairs especially when innocent. "The next attack, when is it?" I questioned directing my gaze back at him.

It was the Armitage pack house, and we were home. There wasn’t anyone around, and it was nearly silent: no howling, shouts, alarms going off, or anything, even though the Armitage pack council had to be chewing their own claws off by now, with no word from Matthew or Ian. The only sound was the squawking and hooting of an unusually annoying owl in the cluster of pines to our left. “Ian,” I said quietly, “this is why you need wards. The owl’s the only one who noticed a powerful sorcerer and a master vampire just materialized inside your territory carrying the unconscious pack leader like a sack of potatoes.”

The God of War? Richard narrowed his eyes. He seemed to remember a little bit. “The God of War? What is that?” “There are four war zones in the East, West, South, and North. Every war zone has a few dozen chief commanders and up to one hundred deputy commanders. All of them are under the management of the chief war zone. In the chief war zone, other than being responsible for the National Defense Center, the highest position is the God of War, which is a special title,” Thomas said indifferently.

A young man stepped out from the crowd and spoke up, “Please give me your orders, Lord!” Porter said, “You should select fifteen men and form a team of sixteen people. You will be the captain of the team, and the whole team will be stationed in Aurous Hill. You will listen to all of Mr. Wade’s commands!” “Yes!” The young man called Nico said without hesitation, “Mr. Wade, I’m Nico Lacorte, a five-star War General in Ten Thousand Armies. Just give me an order if there’s anything that you need me to do, and I will definitely do my best to get it done for you!”

“You’re eighteen, right? Sixteen years ago was the tail end of a pretty large war in the werewolf world. You could have been a survivor. Do you remember anything about what happened before you were at the orphanage?” “I don’t think so.” She shrugged. “It’s fine. A lineage test would be able to tell you if any of them are alive at least.” Another knock sounded from further away. She stood. “Seems like the calvary is about to advance. Would you like to meet him?” I blinked. “Him?” She grinned. “Chief Operative of the SCF and Liaison Specialist Dagon Bluescale.”

Then he remembered the plan that was going to unfold today, and unease began to develop in his heart. Oris, the high elf, just frowned and said nothing in response to the news. "How can you keep it a secret? Does the Brightwing Empire aim to profit from it?" The harsh voice belonged to the Beast Empire's Great Chieftain. "Yes, we do." Lara calmly stared back, unconcerned about the Orc warrior's enormous proportions. Everyone could tell that the temperature in the room had risen significantly. Cleo scowled in displeasure as she prepared to defend the hero if the Chieftain dared to assault her.