Female Orc Novels & Stories

Armea’s face went blank, then red all in three seconds, Her hands fisted at her sides. She curtsied. “Of course, Father. Enforcer.” When she rose and looked me dead in the eye, her own eyes promised this wasn't over, it had retribution written all over. She swept out. The door slammed behind her hard enough to rattle the portraits, to make dust fall from the ceiling and make the flame in the torches flicker. Rorik descended the last step of the dais until we stood eye to eye. He was tall for a werewolf. Broad shouldered and was Once a warrior king. Still, I looked down at him. An inch.

Yet when the auctioneer thought about who could be under the mask and hopped into death in ease, his face was drained from all blood, looking horrifyingly pale. This strong magical power, and the signature red eyes. Even though there are a few mythical beings who had the same colored eyes, this was the Runalia, the land that forbids mythical beings from entering. Meaning there was only one person who could have this blood-like eyes. No matter how much stupid person could be dumb, there wasn't anyone who could not know this very powerful person. He was the Lord of Warine Land, Mike White. However, no matter how frightened he was to the looming man, he was an important buyer who had bid four t

She looked at the woman in surprise and cast a quick glance at herself, as if from the side, she could not help exclaiming: “But how? Am I dead? Again there was laughter: “No! Of course not. You understood everything correctly: your soul has now separated from the body, but since I am nearby, this does not threaten you with death, although otherwise, this is exactly what happens. She looked closely at the woman: an elongated, disproportionate by human standards skull, thick black hair falls like a shiny veil over her shoulders, back, chest and ends at her feet with a dark haze. Pretty plump lips, two fangs peek out from under the top. Straight nose and large eyes the color of iridescent molt

The wound left by the stab had already healed, leaving behind only a small scar. “You want to mess with my mind? Play with me, huh?” She continued grumbling as she changed into more comfortable clothes. “Great! This lady will show you what it takes to play a real game. She will beat you so hard that you won’t be able to show your face in the entire Lycan Kingdom.”

The moment she saw my flat belly, she went into a frenzy. Ignoring the protests from the lecturer and students, she lunged at me, her hands and feet striking blindly. "Victoria! You're supposed to be pregnant! Why is your belly flat? You lied to me! You freaking lied to me! Why is it that I'm pregnant and not you? Did you do something to me again?" Ruby was completely unhinged, screaming "why" again and again. The lecturer immediately signaled two male students to step in and hold her back. Seeing the scratch marks Ruby had left on me, my classmates quickly came to my defense.

Corvu peaks his head around the corner, but what he was so frightened of? He turns to face me, now he’s really close, “Because I think they’re after you.” I didn’t like the sound of that. “‘They’ who?” I whisper. Gecko peaks around on the other side of Corvu, “Orcs.” He barely manages to say aloud. Orcs were something I at least recognised the name of. Peering around the bricks with Corvu I see that they aren’t quite what I know them to be. I know Orcs to be big gnarly creatures, usually humanoid in shape but with tusks and walked around in near prehistoric garb. But these creatures didn’t just have tusks, they had a whole bottom jaw of protruding teeth, gnarly clawed fingers and they seemed

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

A strong wind began to blow and soon enough, she began to raise ghouls and spirits from the ground. My breath hitched and my stomach started to churn, my mouth but down strongly on my bottom lip to suppress the scream that was about to escape from my throat. I had never seen anything like this before, I had encountered a few witches in the past, but never had I met anyone as cocky and as powerful as Serafina. It was a moment it shock and more of frustration for since it felt like everything was getting worse. It just kept happening like that, once it looked like we were about to get the advantage, something went wrong.

Dude I didn't even know she had a walking stick, but she sure knows how to use it" "Yeah bro, she's most definitely badass". OnceLanna has finished cutting down the rogues she turns to the leader "P p p please, don't hurt me" he cries with snot dripping from his nose, Lanna actually does look quite scary, although she has just cut down seven rouges she had somehow managed to not get a drop of blood on her but her hair well the only way to describe it was that she looked like Medusa from Greek mythology, the woman with snakes for hair,

His senses on high alert as he hesitantly leaned over the doorframe to see a tall figure with black hair dancing around in the Kitchen with weird steps. His eyebrows furrowed as he took in the dressing of this supposed churail, she was dressed in a pair of plazo pants and a sweatshirt. She turned around and started screaming upon seeing him. At once he knew this was no churail, only person had a voice this horrible in tht family and that was Zoya. He doubted if her horrible voice had scared the actual jinns away or not. He rolled his eyes but when her screams turned into full blown curses, he took hurried steps to shut her mouth with his hand before she could wake everyone up.