Novel & Cerita Submitting To The Orc King

Chapter 3: The Orc Chieftain King Torvald rode deep into the wild orc territories with only a small group of his most trusted warriors, the dense forest giving way to rocky hills and hidden caves as the scent of smoke, sweat, and primal musk grew stronger. Torvald was a force of nature broad-shouldered, thick with battle-hardened muscle, and driven by a hunger that no ordinary conquest could satisfy anymore. Rumors of Grulak, the orc chieftain whose cock was said to be the biggest and thickest in the savage lands, had haunted his dreams for weeks. Torvald’s own impressive length throbbed in his breeches at the mere thought. He would claim it. Tonight.

I didn't want to cause a scene, so I swallowed it for the moment. But Linda took my silence as a win. She lifted her chin, looking at me like she was in charge. "Hendrick's marrying you in a few days," she said. "So yeah, I should probably see what you're worth first." She turned and waved at the others. "Hey, someone bring a bowl of warm water." They didn't even question it. Laughing, they actually went and got one. Linda shoved the bowl into my hands. "Go on," she said casually. "Take care of him. Wash his feet, loosen him up a little."

“Your power. They will test you. They’ll come for you.” “I… I can handle it,” she said, not a question, but a statement. The words felt foreign, yet right. Strength surged from inside, radiating outward. Her palms glowed faintly in the dim forest light, a manifestation of her newfound ability. Every nerve in her body thrummed with anticipation. She was no longer just prey. She was a predator in her own right. The King’s eyes flicked to hers, and in that gaze she saw admiration, desire, and caution intertwined. “Then prove it,” he said, voice low, possessive, protective. “Prove that you are not to be underestimated.”

My wolf begs for release. Not yet. Distance first. Then blood. An arrow whistles past my shoulder. Another slices my arm. I don’t slow. “Stop!” someone shouts behind us. “In the King’s name!” A harsh laugh rips from my throat. I am the King. And I am done obeying gods. I veer into a mist-choked ravine. Old magic thickens the air, wild, unclaimed. Sanctuary. For now. I duck beneath a stone overhang, shielding her with my body.

That's why I can't seem to understand what happened back there in the woods. Why was my Lycan clamoring for her? Why did my heart swell with a crazy urge to protect her? Why do I wanna rip off Elder Hamilton's mouth for suggesting she gets burnt alongside the captured rogues? Like fucking why? “Maverick,” A voice interrupted my thoughts. It was Elder Hamilton. The oldest and only elder in the Kingdom who could address me with my name and not have his neck snapped instantly. “Yes?” I replied gruffly, feeling irked by his very blunt suggestion of having her burnt alongside those vile creatures.

"I have nothing left. Except him." The guardian didn't respond. I crawled forward, each movement agony. "I know I'm not special. I know I don't belong here. But if there's a chance, any chance at all that the king can help Dorian, then let me try." The guardian looked toward the mountain. And suddenly, I heard it faint but unmistakable. A heartbeat was coming from the mountains. It echoed from within the stone like a pulse in the earth itself. He's here. The Lycan King.

And as she fell— A sudden, freezing wind swept the clearing. Lights flickered. Lantern flames twisted violently. The air itself seemed to rupture. Aria barely stayed conscious long enough to hear the horrified scream of a warrior: “THE BORDER— IT’S OPENING!” A tear in the air split open behind the pines— dark, swirling, alive— and as Aria collapsed, a low, dangerous voice echoed through the clearing like a prophecy: “Don’t touch her.” The Dark King had arrived.

It’s suggestive smile while its eyes slowly scans my body made me drop my knife, but it wasn’t because I was afraid or surrendering. It’s because I am preparing myself to shift. I start to discard my clothes. The orc king belows delightfully. “That’s good. You’re making it easier for me. Because of that, I will reward you by letting you live after bearing my children.” I snarl in disgust. “Keep dreaming. Because of what you said, I will make your death as painful as possible.” With a menacing growl, I let my wolf take over. Fur starts to cover my entire body before the bones in my body assembles themselves until I am now hunch on all four legs. I can tell the look of perplexity on the orc ki

“Tonight, we gather to witness the crowning of a new king, one who has shown great courage, wisdom, and strength. Marcus, step forward.” Marcus walked forward, his expression calm and composed. The elder held up the crown, a symbol of leadership and responsibility. “With this crown, you are entrusted with the protection and guidance of our people. Do you accept this responsibility, Marcus?” “I do,” Marcus replied, his voice steady. The elder placed the crown on Marcus’s head. “Rise, King Marcus, ruler of the wolves.” A cheer erupted from the crowd, the sound echoing through the hall. Marcus stood, his eyes meeting mine across the room.

In the next tick-tock of the seconds, his body was seen soaring up in the air and was also seen whizzing towards King Richard Orlando Lie. “Dad! Dad! Stop it! Come back here, Dad!” shouted Virando vastly hysterically. “Here comes another disturber again!” hissed King Richard Orlando Lie cynically, smirking tauntingly and victoriously. He directed his red orpiment towards King Alexander at this moment. “Being a king, I must do anything I can do to protect my land and my country!” hissed King Alexander within his humongous determination. “Haven’t you realized yet that you’ll never ever stop me with that small weak little tiny blue supernatural power of yours! Haven’t you realized yet that you’