Fantasy Orc Novels & Stories

But he never reached me. When I opened my eyes back up I was startled to find that large beast pinned against the wall by a very angry looking Lucas. Only this time, Lucas’ eyes had turned completely black, on his head stood two large horns that curled around themselves in perfect spirals. His white hair falling around his face messily. His hands had formed into talons which where currently pressed against the bodyguards throat, his nails digging into the skin drawing blood. Tormund was trying desperately to overthrow Lucas but to no avail. The more he thrashed about, the bright the shade of puce he came as Lucas cut off his air supply. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lucas’ na

Rowan glanced over the crowd, looking at our table. “Horus, King Osirus’ dragon, as well as the elves have made sure of that. Green grasses cover the plains, the trees have taken root and new species of our kind have been brought out from hiding,” he smiled. “Orcs, were a great benefactor in helping us win this war.”

When she dropped to her knees, her eyes met his. “I’m sorry. I thought you were the orc. Are you ok?” He could have stated that he had survived worse. He was actually kind of proud of her quick reflexes. But the idea of an orc being in these parts concerned him. Of all the monsters born of magic in this land, the Orcs were probably the most vicious fighters. Monsters did not have morals to tell them how to fight fair. He still had no idea what happened in the weapon shop. An orc in there would not have made sense. Aside from the destruction, it would have left moving in that tight space, and the villagers would have seen it come into town.