Fantasy Orc Novels & Stories

Every legend has its hidden face and every myth is polished by the language of the poets who tell it. Ragnar Lodbrok's epic is therefore no exception. Contrary to what is known from the story of the illustrious and legendary king and warrior; Ragnar Lodbrok did not come into the world with the common physical characteristics of the Vikings whom we know as strong, tall and combative. He was born a hunchback: the bitter fruit of a second trick and a challenge that Loki gave to Hoder, the "blind god" of Asgard.

For us visitor it was a chance to fight. The orcs surrounding us is salivating and locking their eyes on the girls on our group. Some if them using metal armor, bow, a staff. There even an orc using really expensive looking armor. From my experience they are Orc Knight, Orc Archer, Orc Mage and Orc General. I can made a mid class weapon using their material. Like the one that i sold on the auction. Speaking off auction, it looked like i forget about the thing i made and didn’t sell it. Akira: Ahaha how can i forget about it..

There were plenty of dual-income families in our neighborhood, and with their kids in their senior year, most parents simply didn't have time to supervise them. So I cleared out my living room and turned it into a completely free evening study room. Every night from seven to ten, I helped the students with every subject and even provided them with a late-night snack. The parents in our group chat praised me constantly, calling me a saint. Then Kendra Hodge, a notoriously difficult mom, moved into Willow Creek. She showed up at my door and demanded that I clear everyone else out so I could tutor her son, Zeke, who hated studying, one-on-one. I politely refused. Her attitude changed on th

As for Fyro, he is constantly burning to crisp those filthy Orcs. Yes, we are just a few but we are more powerful than these orcs. But I just caught a glimpse behind the Orcs of new arrivals. My eyes widened. Holy bitches, giant orcs? Oh wait, I know them. They are called Gargantuar and there are many of them! "Damn, those are dangerous, they're not wet as long as they die," Kaye promised. "Be careful, they spit acid poison." I was more nervous. I thought the fight was in flow but I did not expect that they would come. The Orcs had prepared it.

he asked. Velora’s gaze flickered toward him, golden eyes glowing against the darkness. "That is the question, isn’t it?" Ahead of them, the land twisted. The path they followed had once been an ancient road, carved into the earth by those who had come before, but now it was shifting, unraveling at the seams. Dark fissures split open across the ground, spewing embers and shadow. Shapes began to emerge from within the fractures—things that should not exist. The creatures were monstrous, twisted echoes of life, born from Erythos’ growing influence. Their bodies were fluid and unstable, shifting between forms, tendrils of darkness lashing toward Elior’s group with deadly intent.

"Tritons, faeries, orcs... I can’t see the others from here." Tritons were the male counterparts of the sea nymphs, while fae were the magical beings that sparkled when they let out their auras and powers. Orcs, on the other hand, were big creatures that only knew how to gurgle and growl. It was probably their language. "I want to fucking do what you did to get water, but if I do, these fuckers here will come and lick me up." He chuckled. It would be a funny sight, but I couldn’t see the humor in it.

"The magical backlash from the binding... it went into the ley lines. It went down." The iron door to the Dragon Keep—a massive vault sealed for three hundred years—began to glow red. The metal warped, melting like wax. A roar echoed from the depths. It was a sound that vibrated the marrow in their bones. ROOOOOAAAARRRR. The door exploded outward. A figure flew through the smoke, landing in a heap at Vespera’s feet. It was Oryn. In this world, he was an Orc—green-skinned, tusked, and wearing the leather apron of the Beast Keeper.

And in the center, a fire pit with a spit turning slowly over the flames. A figure straightened up from beside the fire. He was huge and easily seven feet tall, broad as a damn doorway, with thick green-gray skin stretched over heavy muscle. Tusks curved from his lower jaw, not monstrously long but impossible to miss. His dark hair was braided back from a heavy brow, and he wore simple leather breeches and a vest that looked like it barely contained his chest. An orc. Elena’s brain short-circuited. She’d studied enough folklore to know the stories, but stories didn’t prepare you for the living, breathing reality standing ten feet away, watching her with calm amber eyes.

This one tore through the northern village, right beyond the castle’s reach. The air shimmered, and from the rippling vortex poured gigantic orc-beasts—twice the size of even the elite dark orcs from before. Their skin glowed like lava rock, pulsing with red cracks. They held jagged weapons made of bone and rune-metal, and their mouths stretched in howls that shook the trees. Within minutes, chaos erupted. I sprinted down the stairs, barefoot, summoning wind armor as I moved. Guards clashed in the lower halls. Children screamed. From my link with Edric, I felt a wave of urgency crash into me like ice.

(Corporal Amanda) “Understood…...…”.(Specialist Oghar) The appearance of Specialist Oghar were something that no one have ever expected at all, and it instilled fear on every single soul that looked at him, especially the villagers, why, it is because Specialist Oghar is a 2 meter tall, muscly, scarred face, Orc. A well known fierce and blood thirsty race that always instilled fear to any known human. But despite what they known about Orc, that they were barbaric and just bare bodied the entire time. Specialist Oghar, were just an opposite of what they known, he is neat in appearance and also very articulate and well mannered, like a gentlemen and the way he was working on that t