Orc War Chief Novels & Stories

We all said in unison. He lets out a heavy breath. “We have two oracles in our pack that just recently came in to their powers. They have told me they have seen an impending war coming our way. They can’t tell me why or when it’s starting let alone who is behind it. If anything, I think that is the reason behind the breach today.” “Why didn’t you tell us this sooner?” Asked Sean, the lead warrior. “I planned on it but I wanted to talk to them a little more first but things came up and I wasn’t able to.”

“I can’t.” Queenie was perplexed. “According to the Yorks from Hong Kong, Vince York is the true Chief Instructor. He’s about to take the position as the Country H’s Chief Instructor of the nine biggest military forces.” Harvey burst out laughing. “Just him? “Not only is he the young lord of the Yorks, but he’s also the new God of War of Dragon Palace. Plenty of evidence proved that he was indeed the Chief Instructor, who became known after a single battle on the Euro-American battlefield.

He only squeezed in response, but the look in his eye told me there was much more for us to discuss. King Orion commanded the soldiers in the area to destroy the remaining dead bodies. Willa explained how the three Orcs, named Sugha, Valpar, and Thorn. They all had raging muscles, at least seven feet tall, and crazy hair and tattoos on their bodies. Massive swords, clubs and spears hung on their backs, thick bindings on their arms, legs to use as armor. Not that they were needed, as Willa put it.

After comparison, he knew that they were not beings of this world, or even this universe. "I tried searching through their minds and souls. They call themselves the Orck race. They have bear people and wolf people… They're made up of beasts and half-beasts. It seems they're coming here for Chase." Norm was a Supreme Elder of the Evil Shadow Sect, and he was very good at mind and soul techniques. He knew how to use the Soul Searching Technique well. However, the Orck warriors were too low-level. He could only obtain minimal information. When everyone heard that they were coming for Chase, it piqued their curiosity. Were they Chase's past enemies coming for revenge?

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.”

"I am positioned in the outer transit corridor. My boots will reclaim our table within a microsecond." "The supreme strategy panel has initiated its tribal briefing," Orion commanded. "Can your intellect join our quadrant at the front tier?" "The trajectory is accepted," I answered. "I am advancing now." I applied a heavy layer of crimson root ash to reinforce my warrior mask, ensuring my physical weakness remained hidden from the enemy clans before stepping back into the light. Chieftain Patrick, the absolute central authority of the high council, had already anchored his massive frame at the vanguard table when my boots arrived. Draven and Mireya were locked in an intense, low frequency of

"Chika Whitmore. Vanguard commander for the Afolayan Dominion." Morgan repeated the name, her brow furrowing as if trying to decipher an encrypted code from a broken ledger. Tracy instantly stepped into the gap, her aura flaring to shield my position. "Commander Welch, this wolf operates under the direct protection of the Supreme Throne. If his scent has violated your perimeter codes, the error belongs to my unit."

Mork stared in excitement at the Lycans that lined the other side of the rock and he could easily make out the face of the Lycan leading them. It was Ozark. He knew Ozark very well. He was brave, reckless and a good warrior if you were particular about someone who wanted to murder werewolves gruesomely. Many even claimed that Ozark was more reckless than Ghost himself and Mork knew that it was his only chance to rest the rumors he had always heard. He had heard a lot about Ozark but he had never been chanced to see him at the war front. Ozark was not one of the senior commanders in the Lycan army but Ghost saved him for only the most important missions because Ghost knew that he would always

Dafa nodded in agreement. "If it is Alpha who will come to the palace. We are happy to accept your presence." Aaron bowed his head in respect. Orlan was famous for his ferocity on the battlefield, but actually, he was very concerned about the survival of the werewolves. Whatever he would do, if anyone disturbed the peace of the werewolf clan. ***

The black obsidian table, which had historically seen only the desperate planning of a cornered highland pack, was no longer just surrounded by the local vanguard; it now played host to the unified fronts of a true, continent-spanning rebellion. King Malakor stood directly beside his father, Nalvath, his dark, midnight-blue armor absorbing the flickering torchlight like a sponge. Every now and then, the silver runes etched into his pauldrons would pulse with a soft, bioluminescent light, a silent testament to the raw shadow-essence humming in his veins. Across from them stood Orion, the former Vanguard of the Outer Spires, tracing the intricate silver map lines of the Inner Forest Glen with