Novel & Cerita Submitting To The Orc King

Other wolves looked twice and then looked away first. The Blackstone pack had been calling him the dark wolf since he shifted at sixteen and the name had traveled far beyond Blackstone since then. Other packs knew what that meant. An Alpha King with a black wolf and red eyes who had never lost a fight and rarely needed to start one because most things that saw him coming made a quick decision about whether they wanted to be there. He ran.

Chapter 108 Sandra pov The moment we saw Cassie and Susan walk inside the room we both stepped out of the house. “Do you think this will work?” King Eric asked me as we were dressing up. I don’t know how sure I was about what we were about to do but I know I was very hopeful, I had so much hope because right now that’s all I can do. We were stepping out of the house when we got a message from the chief that there is someone that’s ready to face me in the fight that’ll determine if I’ll remain the Lycan King or the title will be taken away from me.

“Unless you want every vampire roaming that stinking planet coming here for vengeance, I’d just tie him up like L’oana said and get out of here. We knocked him hard enough that he should be out long enough for us to get above ground and to our king before he awakes.” “What king?” I asked. “Not your father,” L’oana said, “He’s long gone. We’ll be taking you to King Orvis, the Mannadorian king. You know the one… he killed your parents and seized the throne of Kurr.” “You’re working with that king? What about your people? What would he want with me?” I said before I realized how stupid I sounded. “I could have made the perfect mate for Jack, but he wouldn’t give me a chance. He wouldn’t eve

He lifted the heavy blade high and slammed the point directly into the center of the wooden map table, right beside my mother's bloody note. The heavy wood groaned under the immense force, the territorial markers rattling as the Lycan King dropped down onto one knee, bowing his dark head deeply to me in total submission before his entire council. "My warriors are yours, Zaria," Cassian vowed, his deep, gravelly voice vibrating through the stone floor beneath our feet. "I will always fight beside you.“

she said to me. At that time, I was more nervous because I was finally going to face Rock Redwood. I will only face him now, and I will really beg. I know my dad's nephew. He is a cruel Lycan King and is feared by his subjects. I took a deep breath before stepping inside.

But then— It came. Lavender, soft and pure, threaded into her very skin. Her own scent twisted, reshaping, until she no longer smelled of cedar and rose but of Aria. Her pulse raced. It had worked. Her hands shook as she pressed them to her chest. “He’ll believe it’s me. He has to.” By dawn, the fortress buzzed with preparations. The Alpha King had summoned the court for council, and whispers spread through the halls of looming threats at the borders.

High Priest Edmundson turned to me first, his weathered face solemn yet kind as he prepared to lead me through the vows. The grove had fallen silent, hundreds of wolves watching as I—a former servant, an orphan, a girl who had been cast aside—prepared to claim the Alpha King as my equal. The sunlight filtering through ancient branches dappled the stone dais beneath our feet, creating patterns that shifted like living things. I felt Athena stir within me, her golden presence warming my blood as the most important moment of our shared existence approached. The mark on my neck—Lukas's claim—tingled in recognition of what we were about to do.

His eyes flicked to me—and they held no recognition. “Kiergan,” Orion muttered beside me, voice trembling. “That’s not him anymore.” “I don’t care,” I said, swallowing the bile rising in my throat. “He’s still in there. I know he is.” The Head Witch clapped once. “Prove it.” The corrupted Thane lunged. ---

The sorcerer continued- his voice amplified by magic-, "Perhaps you need a reminder of where your place is!!!? But no, I won't do that… yet. I am not an evil sorcerer like you heathens are trying to make me out to be. I am a benevolent God. As such, I will overlook everything. Including the bad behaviour of the Camelon who tried to speak up. I won't be judging you today. Instead I will accept 2 tributes. One for your folly and one for the little Camelon who tried to speak" The king couldn't hold back anymore and he moved to stand up and speak. "Hush! Kneel!", the sorcerer commanded and it was as if the king was a puppet. He couldn't speak a word and he fell on his knees. "Don't let me come b

I knew I looked ridiculous. "Line up!" the woman barked, and I hastened to obey, falling into place beside the others. They were all staring straight ahead, their chins lifted proudly. I did my best to mimic them, trying to ignore the heat burning my cheeks. But my mind was racing. This was my chance. The Alpha King would reject me, and then I could go. I just had to make it through this evening without being killed. I could do that. "All right, girls," the grey-haired said, running a critical eye over us. "Remember: heads down, no eye contact with the King. You are there to serve him, and if you fail in that duty, you die. Is that clear?"