Novel & Cerita Handsome Half-orc

"I don't know what that feels like." I flipped the light on, then spun around and positioned myself on his lap to face him. I looked into his eyes. I guess he was handsome for an orc. He did have a few scars on his cheek and forehead, but most of his blue-grey skin was smooth. His tusked teeth were sharp but white. I set my hands on either side of his face.

Handsome also flew over at this time, and the pig's face slowly became urgent. It seemed that it was talking to Caspian, but its eyes had been fixed on the dead body of the demonic beast octopus floating on the sea. "Can you take it?" Caspian looked at the huge corpse and asked. Needless to say, even if Handsome turned into a big white pig, it was about the size of mung bean and watermelon when compared with the dead body of the octopus demonic beast. "There's still you if I can't eat all of it!" Handsome said confidently, "And this is seafood. If I can't finish eating it, I can dry it up and turn it into dried fish and put it in your Earrings of Echo."

His body was … not what you’d call proportional and he was more than happy to let me see him nude since it was certainly something to be proud of. “I think I’m going to just see how it goes,” I say, stepping back. “I’d love to see your natural form,” I hear behind me. I turned to see a large man, maybe 6’7 and a solid 350 lbs. Orion. He was tanned and almost gold-like, his hands were talons and so were his feet. He too, had a mouthful of razor teeth I wasn’t interested in. A couple of wolves trott by and then a bengal tiger.

When Henry first encountered the Orc, the aura it emitted made him feel as if he might die if he fought it. But there was a figure in front of him, lazily facing the Orc with both hands on his back. White hair that reached the waist, sharp ears, and pale white skin visible from the side. The person was dressed in a black regal cloak that emanated class and authority. But it wasn't that that drew his notice. It was the aura that the figure was exuding. If the aura of the Orc can be compared to a pond, the aura of the person in front of him may be compared to a sea.

Without that gem, it would be suicide to face him head-on, and I knew he wouldn't return it to me. His claws slid out, black and slick. He gripped my bars, tearing them like a scroll. Then he shifted—a monstrous half-wolf, half-shadow creature. His body looked like molten tar, dripping and reforming, yet somehow whole. My stomach twisted at the sight. Somehow he still managed to remain very much ugly. "What… what are you doing?" I rasped as he neared me. "Taking what's mine," he snarled, his fangs gleaming.

Drowning from his grievances, the immobile body of Maleficent the Glutton was safely tucked in his right wing. Body made of muscles and scales, his firm limbs stood firm and proud amid the cataclysmic chaos of the arena. Fangs that could bend the steels forged by ores, Damon the Prideful opened his razor teeth filled mouth for a gut-wrenching roar that shook every pillar of Rancid City. Ruby eyes paired with crimson scales, the Halfling prince’s glassy glares wrecked havoc upon every corner of those he deemed unworthy – for what was worth it for him had long been detached from his clutches. After all, what was dead would never come back, at least for the immortal Halflings. For the weapons f

And you would have been killed had I not been here. "So I'm supposed to thank you,dear dark lord,for saving my life," she coughed pushing his hand away as she felt some sparks when he touched her. He was the cutest creature she had seen so far. He had red eyes like a ruby gem,his blonde hair was long reaching his shoulder,his skin was pure white which would definitely glow as a lamp in the dark.He was also tall with broad shoulders,his packs were still so visible even with the black hoodie he wore

His whole torso rippled with exaggerated muscles. His face, despite being large and unnerving, was undeniably handsome, with a square jaw, a broad - and at least once broken - nose, and thick, sumptuous lips in an even deeper hue of blue. His scalp was bald, and his ears, which were filled with rows of golden rings, came to elfin points. The palm of his hand could cover my whole face and each finger boasted a band of gold. His nails were black, thick and shiny as if made from polished obsidian.

She swung her hand wide, and lightning cracked in an arc across the field, lighting up everything in sharp, deadly white. The butterflies disintegrated midair. But the cost was real. Another man—Doran, one of my oldest lieutenants—fell. His leg torn by something bigger than the orcs. A beast I didn’t recognize. Massive. Like a bear, but stitched together from shadow and bone. Its claws were iron. I moved fast, rage and magic swirling up my spine. My blade met the creature’s paw with a crack loud enough to shake the air. Sparks flew where steel met bone.

Ronan followed, slow and deliberate, enjoying my fear. "The thing about half-bloods," he continued, "is that they never know their place. Two wolves fighting inside one body—it makes you unpredictable. Wild." He smiled, and it was the smile of a predator toying with prey. "I'm going to enjoy taming you." He lunged.