Submitting To The Orc King Novels & Stories

Not submission. Recognition. The mark on my palm burned bright. The throne spoke inside the chamber. THE CONQUEROR MAY CLAIM THE CROWN. THE QUEEN MAY CLAIM THE CONQUEROR. Raiken stepped closer to me. Cassian’s red eyes did not move. Orochi descended from the black throne. Three kings stood before me. One bound by love. One bound by blood. One bound by ancient conquest. The false king laughed from inside the floor. “You still do not see it.”

I’ve come too far to doubt myself now. Soon enough, a man in white, holding a microphone, speaks, snatching everyone’s attention. “Ladies and Gentlemen, give respect to our newly crowned King!” Cheers and claps erupt as the blue velvet curtain parts. The Lycan King steps forward and stands tall at the top of the marble stairs. My heart thuds aggressively, as if wanting to explode out of my chest. I can’t believe my faltering wide eyes - Orvyn is the Lycan King!

Elara’s whisper falters, Child, my heart is wounded. A cosmic pulse erupts, the reborn world quaking, crystalline spires collapsing into radiant dust. A keeper-king awakens, its towering form radiating starlight, its hymn of dominion shaking the vale. “Elara’s fragments are mine!” it booms, its blade summoning a radiant army, their starlight hymns converging. The codex’s truth burns—the oracle’s ambition mirrors the king’s, a First Ones’ flaw reborn.

Malrec skids backward, barely avoiding the impact. He laughs. “Ah,” he says calmly. “The king arrives.” My wings spread wide as I place myself between him and Seraphina. Fire coils in my throat. “You will not touch her.” His smile only widens. “Oh, I already have.” The seam explodes with magic behind us. The bridge is beginning to tear. And the battle for both realms has finally begun.

Glancing up at Orion, I see that my words are sinking in, "You want them to call your King, but you want to act like a cuckoo stealing a robin's nest. If you want to be their King, show them that you are." He is a Rogue that needs to be nurtured into the role of Alpha. I will show him what it means to be an Alpha-I will guide him like he should have been. He paces the room. I begin towards the door when I hear a sudden, sickening rip of flesh and gurgling. Turning around, one of my handmaidens is on the ground before Orion. She holds her throat and writhes on the floor. Her movements grow slower and more sluggish as she bleeds out.

He wiped a speck of dust from his lapel. "Cover your eyes, Elara," he commanded. "Why?" I choked out. "Because I am about to ruin this suit." Three more rogues landed on the balcony. They circled us. They were huge. Foaming at the mouth. Their eyes were crazed. They held jagged knives that dripped with something green. Poison. "Kill the King!" one screamed. "The New Order rises!" Damon laughed. It was a cold, dry sound. "New Order? You are just meat."

the tiger king asked unhappily. The exasperated orc king immediately pressed his palms together and his eyes glowed a bright white color. After mumbling some inaudible words he outstretched his hands and little white lights flew from his palms towards the rulers who annoyed him. They couldn't dodge it and once it entered their chests they found they could no longer talk. Though they knew this effect was temporary, they still glared daggers at the orc king who also returned a baleful glare of his own. The presently mute rulers soon calmed down.

All of them have already become exhausted, they breathe like one who has been fighting in battle all day. The king mounted the podium and he began to speak; " You have invited yourselves into my kingdom,and have stepped your feets on my land without a request, many of you have started trades on my markets. I even had some who have begun to weed lands for farming, but I am not bitter towards you. What you see today, is to set a reminder, that " I " the Oroki of Oroki kingdom will not be soft with any one of you that may try to confront me,or try to cause problems in my land. This fate is coming to anyone that will disobey my orders.

He is the worst. The witch king enters and immediately casts a spell, moving Thorne away from me. "You will take your hands off my lady" The witch queen and I both turn towards him. The same expression. "Counter proposition. You become my mistress, providing you with a new home and all you desire" His hippy hand caresses my face. If I wasn't in cuffs I'd rip his heart out. Fuck peace. Thorne may have his hands bound but that won't stop him. He lunges forward biting the witch king. Tearing the flesh off of his neck and spitting it at his feet. "MINE" he roars. The Witch King, Screams and collapses to the ground.

Staring into her amber eyes, I asked, "what do you mean by 'again'?" Suddenly, everything began coming back to me. The ritual, my first coming to the spirit world, the words spoken to me by Orion, my mission as the new alpha to the Lycan King: it all hit me. "I've... I've been here before," I muttered under my breath as I turned, staring at the trees surrounding me. "But... everything looks... it all looks much more different from when I first came." "It is different, yes," Orion answered with a sigh. Just as he said this, a large boom sounded from far away, one that shook the ground hard and was followed by a crack of lightning.