Orc War Chief Novels & Stories

"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.

Then, he pushed the wheelchair before Morticia and said conceitedly, "Fiend Martyr, Your Excellency, I did not let you down." Morticia smiled in approval and nodded. "Good. You did a great job today. From now on, you'll be my Lieutenant General." "Thank you, Fiend Martyr, Your Excellency." Oliver was overjoyed and nodded his head, expressing his gratitude. He glanced around him and said to the fiend generals, "Quickly reorganize the Black Tortoise Warriors and continue our journey. We must find the White Tiger King and the other demons." "Yes," immediately, the fiend generals answered in unison and their voices shook the earth.

A few of the warriors around the table nod in agreement, murmurs of approval rippling through the room. Father snarls under his breath, his anger is palpable in the air. His jaw tightens as he glances at the warriors around the table, pride burning brighter than ever. And I realise, it's not just about strategy anymore—this is a battle of egos, of who holds the power. His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, it’s like he’s daring me to defy him. As the Alpha of the Oracle Pack, his word should be law, but it’s clear that he doesn’t understand. The younger warriors, these men, they know Nova.

“Calla is within her rights to use it. Unless you’re worried your claim can’t stand up to scrutiny if she has a say in the decision?” Moira’s words challenged Marcus directly, forcing him to either accept the new terms or appear afraid of giving me any control. “Fine,” Marcus said through clenched teeth. “I’ll name my champion. Viktor.” A massive werewolf stepped forward from Marcus’s group. I hadn’t noticed him before, but it was hard to miss him now. He was nearly seven feet tall, built like a tank, and covered in scars that showed he had seen a lot of fights. “Viktor is my chief enforcer,” Marcus said with pride. “He’s never lost a fight in over thirty years. Good luck finding someone who

“… I now crown you, Alpha Valens Thomas Castillo I, the king of werewolves.” The temple reverberated with applause as the oracle crowned Valens. She placed the crown on his head, took a step back, and curtsied. Applauses followed after that and I was grinning from ear to ear.

"Sephy's sincerity doesn't need your judgment, and you're nowhere near deserving Morpheus for the rest of your life!" "What?" "He's Morpheus Orton, didn't you know?" Wynn emphasized each word. "He's the general of this country, the war god of Southeast Aciatic!" A tinge of shock crossed Rebecca's face, her eyes widening. So... he wasn't just a simple fighter nor a small-time thug surviving in the underground scene in Flinge.

“I’ve recently been authorized to add another caregiver to the orphanage. The position comes with room and board as you will be responsible for the younger children and their needs round the clock.” “Really?” I shrieked in excitement. Barb had just told me I wasn’t going to be homeless and on the streets in a month. “Hannah,” Barb cautioned. “I wouldn’t offer this position to any of the others. Your circumstances are unique.” Barb was right. Before coming to the orphanage, I had belonged to a pack. The rest of the orphans that had come through here in my time had all been human. The only other wolf in the entire place was Barb herself. She was offering me the position not just so that I woul

Until he was uncuffed, he couldn't perform magic. Valenar was the last of the Warlock princes, which was the equivalent to the Royal family in the werewolf world. His kingdom was currently ruled by a handpicked council until Valenar and a group of senior witches could locate Santos and retrieve the key. But that wasn't where it ended.