Female Orc Novels & Stories

No one would. "Well, She couldn't give us more information, but what she told me was that the creatures we would be looking for were of lycan clan, " He said as smirk. We were closer than we thought but still very far behind. "Isn't she an Oracle?" I asked, surprised because, according to me, the Oracle was supposed to give us the names. "She is, but her spirit got detected before she could see the person's face, so they have an Oracle too," He said as worry suddenly came to my face.

My wolf thrashed inside me, hungry for the old man’s throat. "Tabboo!" Federick kept on. His voice cracking with triumph as he turned from me to face the crowd. "A half-breed sitting on the high Luna throne! Now we’re dying like dogs!“ Loud murmurs filled the hall. Whispers spreading as Frederick spun back to me and bowed deeply. “Lycan, the Elders request you arrest her! Tonight. Before anyone dies.” A vein in my jaw ticked as the rest of the Elders scrambled forward in a wave.

"Unleash your wolves!” A savage roar erupted from the warriors as bones cracked violently beneath flesh. The sounds of transformation tore through the night. Spines twisted. Jaws elongated. Claws burst from human hands. One after another, massive wolves emerged around the fire, their growls vibrating through the earth itself. Black wolves. Silver wolves. Creatures with eyes glowing gold in the dark. The clearing behind us descended into a glorious chaos. And standing at the center of it all, I grabbed Leinna by the wrist and pulled her up from the fallen log beside me before thrusting her away from the frenzy.

Gigi instantly followed suit, doing the same thing. I barely processed what had happened when a scream left my lips at the monster that emerged. Her form was that of a wolf that had begun decaying, skin eaten away by bacteria, exposing the bones and organs inside her on her chest and legs. Her eyes switched to night vision and glowed a terrifying red. It was as if a zombie had climbed its way to earth in order to feed on all our pups.

Lycaon replied with a taunting smirk. “Who? That arrogant and ugly princess?” He said with a loud laugh. Torpedo moved closer to him and stared into his uncle’s eyes and then replied to him with a dark smirk; “Don’t you dare to compare me with a woman, they are not capable of comparison! The powerless & weak creature of this world!” Now I have to start my journey to find a mate!

My chest is on fire; a fire that seems to grow hotter searing my insides when the bond completely breaks, and I hear Osric and Embry both howl in pain. ‘No! No, No! Kill him!’ Ruby demands with a vicious growl, when I feel my aura building, flooding the area surrounding me. I go to lunge towards Orin as my body continues to heat up, filled with pure rage, when I see Osric has shifted. Osric towers over Orin in his black lycan form, easily dwarfing him at nearly eight foot tall. The sound that leaves Osric is bone chilling, his lycan form is terrifying, built out of pure muscle, with fur so black it’s like he is made of darkness.

Azazel yelled. Just then Daniel saw two lower level demons carrying a thin, frail woman. Her skin was translucent and gray. Her bones were clearly visible under her nightgown. They carried her over to Azazel and threw her down at Daniel's feet. Daniel knew, before she even looked up at him, that this was his Elizabeth or what she had been reduced too.

“Those who are weak must be purged from this world because they never survive,” A moment of silence was observed as I whispered my last prayers to the moon goddess. “Your eyes…..I don't like them,” he commented, “They show too much of your weakness as an omega,” His hands glided over my face, slow and deliberate, until his thumbs pressed firmly against my eye sockets. “No—please, no… no…” My screams tore through the air, raw and desperate, just as Torian’s claws pierced merciless—driving into my eyes while I thrashed helplessly.

The one with topaz scales was named Ortinbras, the one with silver scales was named Neceron, while the last one with pristine white scales was named Celtore. They were all women. When Ellaine asked about it Finrod said, “Contrary to chauvinistic views, no dragon is male. All of them are female.” They were grouped to each dragon. Ellaine and Yntreia went with Neceron. She eyed them both quietly and after sometime said, “I am glad to make acquaintance of the pixie Princess and a woman of great importance.” They exchanged courtesy but Ellaine was left brooding. Neceron’s remark about her being ‘of great importance’ added to the anxiety she felt with Yntreia’s prophecy.

Adelaide let her eyes move over the people that filled the pristine white space as their eyes all turned to look to her. Familiar faces stood out from the crowd next to Theo and she quickly made her way over. The tall female was dressed in traditional wear that stood out from the crowd that had gathered and her hair was auburn and long, reaching to her lower back. Her eyes were blue and wild, full of the wolf that lounged beneath her skin. The wilderness clung to her skin and was a drug to her senses, like a song pulling her back to the true nature of their kind.