Fantasy Orc Novels & Stories

Then a hand reached through the space between stone and shield. Not long dead; flesh still clung to the orc’s bones as the arm bent forward, trying to lock onto my wrist. I slapped at it, my stomach boiling as chunks of flesh snagged on my fingertips. “stupid-child of Freyja,” the orc snarled, evidently still possessed of its tongue. “Your flesh will fill my belly soon enough.” In reaction, I seized hold of its forearm and twisted till the elbow dislocated, savoring its cry of anguish but knowing the orc would well have the last word.

Below it, two opposing forces met in a cataclysmic confrontation. I recognized the faces of the Lycan brothers, their ferocity unleashed, fighting with a primal hunger I hadn't witnessed before. And then, a moment that stole my breath—a massive, shadowy creature, its eyes burning with an infernal light, rising from the depths, casting a pall over everything. It was a being of pure malevolence, and my blood ran cold as I felt its gaze, even through the vision, pierce directly into my soul. The final image was of a colossal, ancient tree, its roots reaching deep into the earth, its branches stretching towards the heavens, yet its leaves were withered and black, as if cursed.

Seraphina tried to be firm but her soft voice betrayed her. Even still, Bethel sighed and seated herself next to Seraphina. “Familiars are the animals which Vampires can shape shift into. When a vampire child is born, they will have a silver birthmark which shows what their familiar will be. Familiars are a reflection of a Vampires true character.” Seraphina’s brows were knitted trying to make sense of what Bethel was saying. “Is that why Lord Stevano of House De-Buccleuch has that silver serpent on his face?” whispered Rose. “Yes, his familiar is a serpent, in fact the whole House De-Buccluech are reptiles of some sort, bunch of cold-blooded snakes” Bethel trailed off.

“I wish to become the Supreme Sorcerer, Elder Magnus. I believe it is my birthright.” A deep frown etched itself onto Magnus’s wrinkled face. “You are young, Constantine,” he said, his tone as unyielding as stone. “The path to becoming the Supreme Sorcerer is not an easy one. It requires wisdom, power, and years of experience.” Constantine nodded, fully aware of the challenges that lay ahead. “I understand the gravity of my request, Elder Magnus. But I also carry the blood of the ancient sorcerers within me. It is a part of my lineage, my destiny.”

She vowed to share her thoughts and feelings with her companions more openly, deepening their bonds. Kael: The arcane sorcerer, who had always been cautious with his powers, was confronted by a phantom version of himself wielding raw, uncontrolled magic. Kael understood that his true strength lay in mastering his abilities, not fearing them. He harnessed the chaotic energy and transformed it into a controlled force, unlocking a new level of power.

Amara said. Nicolas haven't thought about this before. But now that she bought it up, he knew that she should do something by herself. He was more than ok with providing for her. He has been providing for lots of pack members as well but her thing was different. The pack members he has been providing for are too small. They can't work on their own and he doesn't want to put pressure on their parents. Plus, he has been only earning since now. He really doesn't have anywhere else to spend them.

> I started my preparation for the fight by collecting the weapons of the fallen goblins and preparing an escape plan when my eyes caught sight of something glowing inside the goblins open flesh, I used [Telekinesis] to draw it out of their bodies The pretty stone is like a crystal glistering in a dim green-ish light… the [Evil eyes of clairvoyance] can see the flow of mana… and it seems like the core of mana inside those is coming from this thing… Is this what they call a Monster mana core? Suddenly the goblin’s corpse started fading away without leaving a trace other than the blood stains and the dismembered parts… So it was true, that monsters

She looked at Declan who motioned her for to say up in the air, whilst he went lower his eyes scanning the ground spread below them. He frowned as his eyes honed in on the camps set up in the Himaria pass. The Ehlesaar armour and the flashes of mages fighting against dark magic. “Riders…” he murmured, but it wasn’t the number of riders that shocked him but the mass army behind the 20 odd riders. Beasts from the Forbidden Lands. Orcs that looked part man and part beast with their sharp jagged teeth and moulted grey skin, bloodthirsty creatures who only sought death. Dagoraths, part bat part man, they were spindly and stood barely 4 feet tall, but they didn’t use their legs, instead, they flew

Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon. Next to it is the fifth caste, or the Mechanical Caste. These are the people who are gifted either with extraordinary strength, stronger senses, durability, or superspeed. Usually, people from this caste were forced to work as the Olympus’ Warriors, who maintains peace and order within the whole Kingdom. The fourth caste is the Psionic Caste where Professor McLaren and Professor Damaris came from. Powers such as empathy, foresight, psychic, psychometry, telekinesis, and telepathy belonged to this caste.

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”