Orc War Chief Novels & Stories

Jordan adds immediately, his alpha sigil pulsing with total shock. "What structural defect is ruining your focus tonight, Harvey?" David Duskbane’s freezing baritone suddenly cuts through the group link, his rare voice immediately causing the other commanders to freeze. "Holy f*ck! The Warlord has emerged from his war-vaults!" Jordan shrieks into his comm-stone. "Harvey, your crazy talk about leaving the wine jars just forced our supreme leader out of his shadow-keep! Hurry up and tell the vanguard you are executing a joke!"

Iver clarified and Magnus's eyes widened in disbelief at the general's response, and immediately his eyes snapped to Orion, who was leaning back in his seat with his fingers drumming repeatedly against the table in front of him as he listened wordlessly. "Alpha, surely you can't allow General Iver to carry out such precarious plans," the middle-aged man deadpanned, and the other four older chieftains nodded in consecutive agreement. Orion's steely gaze flitted across the room, heavy and intense, as he stroked his stubbled jawline. He wasn't worried about his general's plans, but he was more worried that the man underestimated the humans, and that was a big mistake on his part. "You underesti

His voice echoed across the room. “It is my duty to protect the future of the Blood Pack. Go back to where you came from, Demon King. What you face now is not just an oracle of the first rank like me. It's two male werewolves from the Otieno Clan and a tribrid!” the Oracle shouted at the laughing Demon King. Gabriel and Alpha Rey stood beside me, ready to deal with this unexpected threat. I could feel the tension in the air as if I were in a battle.

The old dwarf peers at us through hooded eyes. Chugging the glass of milk in his hand he sets it down on the throne room table. The elder glances over each of us before his eyes land on me. Placing a fist over my heart I bow to him. "It is a pleasure to meet you Sir Fimrouck. I am Chieftain Eleonora of the Perilous Horde and this is my mate Flavius. Behind me are my warriors Soren and Dovydas," I introduce.

"Novo Ordo? What's that? I've never heard of it!" Gideon shook his head. Marty froze for a moment before angrily shouting, "Gideon, you're too arrogant! How dare you look down on Novo Ordo? Do you know that our sect leader has unmatched power and could crush you with ease?" At that moment, the warzone commander spoke up, "Mr. Snow, I once led troops in Dalhurst and know of Novo Ordo. It's a mysterious and powerful organization, full of formidable individuals with significant backing. It's not to be underestimated!"

Beside him rode Chieftain Rurik of Ironfang, a bear of a man with a scarred face and eyes that missed nothing. Chieftess Lyra of Silvermaw, younger, sharp-featured, with a blade at her hip that hummed with enchantment. And Chieftain Korr of Bloodpeak, silent, his face painted with ash. Orin dismounted first, tossing his axe to a retainer. He grinned when he saw Elena. “Little Alpha,” he called. “You came. Brave. Stupid. But brave.” Elena stepped forward, out of the circle but not into the valley.

I stated flatly. I reached up, my small, pale hand gripping the heavy leather collar of his armor. "You locked your generals in the deepest cells of Level Three," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument. "Beta Torin. General Kael. Elder Vance. You stripped the Vanguard of its commanders out of paranoia. But Valerius didn't use Torin to infiltrate this keep. Valerius used the Warlock. The Warlock opened the door, and the Warlock is dead."

The Chief of Staff in Somerland—Mason Stefani. The Deputy Chief of Staff in Somerland—Abraham Jones, nicknamed God of War, administrated over the local forces and the Special Task Force. The Deputy Chief of Staff in Somerland—Dirk Schuman, nicknamed God of Military, governed the military department and Falcon. These three were all guardians in the God Rank. At the time, they were the highest combat power on the surface of Somerland. The remaining seven members were all masters that were halfway to the God Rank and were all managing their own affairs.

] Will despaired at the thought, but he was too terrified to move. The armored Orc's yellow narrow eyes calmly ȧssessed the situation in front of him. He looked back at the two Orcs who accompanied him and said something Will didn't understand. The Orc then slowly walked towards the cave entrance completely ignoring Chief. This made Chief furious and he charged the big Orc, however all the Orc did was wave his hamaxe towards where Chief was approaching. The blow bȧrėly grazed Chief, as he was able to dodge it ahead of time. However the Orc just let out an annoyed growl, as if using any more effort on this Goblin was just a waste of time. He still swung again though, and this time the blunt e

"He's the old god. I'm going to be the new one." The Orangelo couldn't keep his sigh internal. He wasn't sure when he'd fully accepted that he was going to go through with this war and become the new god of Chaos, but it had happened. He was going to beat Tricksy, and his little bitch Agent, get Lexi back again and then become a god. Somehow the young tom who couldn't shoulder the burden of being chief had grown up to take on the burden of being a god. That was fucking irony if he ever met it.