Anime Ogre Novels & Stories

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

In the palm of his hand he held a mace almost as big as his body, a mace made of a metal sphere full of many sharp spikes, fastened to a tree trunk full of knots. As a garment he had only one sort of ... apron on him. The naked body also full of scratches and cuts, sign that he used to fight with other creatures at least as dangerous, was very dirty and odorous. “Who are you?” the creature asked, smelling the girl. Even though he was hideous, the ogre’s gaze was kind when he looked at the girl. “We’d like to take Abigail back ... the girl you kidnapped.” “She's my wife. Not your business. Leave!”

Stacy chanced a glance in Okimi’s direction before continuing, “She believes we are dealing with quite an ancient foe, one that literally feeds on strife and chaos.” The elevator doors opened and Dominic stepped out and turned to face Stacy, “What is it?” One simple word was uttered, but it did not come from Stacy, Okimi didn’t mean to speak the word it just slipped out as she realised what the Hellhound was talking about, “Nogitsune.” Dominic switched his glance to Okimi and back to Stacy who nodded regrettably. “And what the hell is a Nogitsune?” Valaria asked stepping off of the elevator.

It’s time to turn around. I felt a breeze to the right side of me. I quickly moved left and turned toward my opponent at the same time. A huge club-like object slammed into the ground right where I had been sitting only moments before. I didn’t flinch when I stared at the large black eyes that were focused on me. I had never encountered an ogre before. I had however learned of how aggressive they were. They killed for food and right now it thinks I am its prey. Snot dripped from its wide nose, and saliva drained down its chin. Its skin reminded me of green olives. This thing was big. When I stand in Lycan form, I am around nine or ten feet tall. This thing was easily twelve to fourteen feet

His eyes, a piercing shade of amber, shone with a warm, gentle intelligence, filled with a deep wisdom and understanding. A delicate pattern of intricate, swirling tattoos adorned his arms and chest, pulsing with a soft, blue-green light that seemed to echo the rhythm of the forest itself. His hair, a wild tangle of black locks, cascaded down his back like a waterfall of night, framing his rugged features with a soft, romantic elegance. Despite his fearsome appearance, there was something undeniably captivating about this ogre, something that commanded attention and inspired awe. I felt a shiver run down my spine as our eyes met.

It was obvious by the scratches on its face and the blood on Herb's hands that he had put up one hellova fight. But he had ultimately failed. The Eater held on to him and even pinned him to the ground not even acknowledging the fact that it had lost its original surface. We watched in horror as it pulled a huge fog out of Herb's mouth, bigger than any I had ever seen. In the back of my mind, I attributed that to the combination of Becky and Herb's souls. The creature gave a purr of pleasure as soon as the last tendril of smoke was pulled into its mouth. It sat up drowsily and closed its eyes almost to relish in the moment.

My pride stung as sharply as the physical impact. Refusing to be defeated, I whirled around, only to be met by the cold tip of Ange's sword pressing against my chest—a touch firmer than necessary, the pressure sending a clear message. The mockery in her eyes was unmistakable, and it stung. I sighed. She was a Lycan Alpha, and I was just a werewolf beta blood. Did I even stand a chance against her? I wondered silently as I futilely tried to push her blade away. Ange's response was to press her foot against my stomach, pinning me decisively to the floor. My efforts to free myself were in vain; her weight and strength were overwhelming.

Alfi said. “Are you sure?” 4 figures that are familiar to him appear before him. “You?!” Alfi is shocked by seeing their presence before him. He sees a corpse tied in a shroud standing there. Yes, it is a tied ghost. Next to him, there’s a green giant that looks like Berserker (Heracles, not Raiko.) Yet, he has very beautiful long hair. His hair flutters beautifully as the wind blows. Yes, it is an Ogre. Then, next to him there’s a slithering nurse that looks like she is about to push-up. She is so beautiful that she resembles one of the JAV actresses. Not to mention that the position is kinda hot though. Yes, it is a slithering nurse. And the next one is a giant Jailangkung doll standing. I

He blinked up through blurry eyes, wiping at his tears, and then— His heart stopped. A monstrous figure loomed above him. "Grahhhhhhhh!" The creature was unlike anything he had ever seen. Towering, grotesque. Three times the size of a normal wolf. Its eyes burned a hellish red, gleaming with an unnatural hunger. Claws, long and curved, glinted under the weak moonlight. Saliva dripped from jagged teeth as it growled, a sound so deep it rattled through Logan’s bones.