Handsome Half-orc Novels & Stories

The guards who had rushed in froze where they stood. Confused by their reactions, I looked down at myself. Blood was dripping from my wrist where his nails had scratched through my skin. But it wasn’t the blood that stunned everyone into silence. It was the color as it was Purple. My heart stopped because it was a crime. An abomination. The worst halfblood to be. A trait known only to belong to the Igutus — the halfborns born of lycan and werewolf blood. The cursed hybrids of the Ashborn pack. The very species Tovar had just condemned moments ago.

was never in his mission dictionary. "Oh, you're not gonna talk?" In the past five years, Occisor has changed a lot. He's now an adult; six feet tall and long and black hair that falls to his shoulders or sometimes he His skin is fair, he has a full beard and his body's masculine and strong. He has some scars he gained during his battles. In the eyes of the female, he transformed into a handsome male.

Lowell fights like the monster he was born to be. His claws are slick with blood, his breaths deep and fast, his movements brutal. Muscles ripple through the flesh of his broad Lycan frame—twice the size of any man, half-wolf, half-god, standing upright with bone and power carved into him. His snarl tears the silence apart as he rips through the first wave of undead wolves, sending them crashing into the stone walls of the pack house courtyard.

"Oh, my dear Sheila, how I wish I could offer you a clear answer. Alas, the knowledge we possess about half-werewolves, particularly those of mixed lineage, is scant here in Harvestia Monarchy. My own encounters are few, and I've had to lean heavily on the insights gleaned from my late mentor's journal." I sought retreat and silence by the riverbank. The gentle murmur of the water acted as a balm to my troubled mind. With a heavy heart weighing me down, I removed my veil, tears of frustration tracing silent paths down my cheeks as I gazed into the reflective surface of the water. At that moment, I couldn't help but feel inadequate as I compared myself to Orion's striking handsomeness. Lost i

I can’t blame him either, because he’s handsome so many people like him and many are attracted to his gentle face. Ocean blue eyes, long pointed nose, square-shaped jaw line, and an undercut hairstyle and specially those hot and red lips of him is taste like an ice cream. He tastes like a daydream. And God! His gens is a half Spanish and a half Filipino !. He looks so gorgeous and expensive. And tell me who fucking woman who wouldn’t be attracted by this man? He’s so handsome and hot as hell. Ofcourse! Its always me !. I swear to God, I wouldn’t allow my self to like or love him. Oh Godness sake never !.

He looked mesmerizing with green eyes like he wasn’t without them. “How-“ “The color of your eyes changes when you’re determined,” Kyle explained placing the black lenses on his mirror table, “New installation to the half-blood characteristics, I guess” “Wow” I gaped at him. He strode towards me with a smirk playing on his lips and leaned down to my level. “Take a picture” he whispered while I stared into his sparkling green eyes, “It’ll last longer” I huffed out air scoffing, “Your charms don’t work on me, plantsman”

I give a huge smile, and she can’t take her eyes off me, “There is no one behind us.” I don’t find it at all odd that she’s attracted to me. I’m a handsome man, and I look like a man. Not at all like some of the guys that get manicures and tans. I have eyes the exact hue of clover, and they are very wolf-like. Also, I have a lot of wavy black hair, which tentacles in thick curls.

“I-I thought that—” “So it seems like my bride is being taken by another good-looking creature.” A deep voice booms in the direction behind us. Marian screams while my instinct kicks in, making me push her behind me. I grab the nearest torch and raise it up to reveal a gray skinned orc with massive tusks protruding from its bottom lips. Unlike the other orcs that I have faced, the orc king is different. It’s taller and has bulky muscles instead of roundish bellies like the other orcs I killed. What’s more frightening than an orc with huge biceps?

level. My half brother, Aaragorn was a mean looking punk. Several years younger then me, he looked fresh out of high school. He looked like an all star American kid with bleach blonde hair and star blue eyes. Must have came from mother. He reminded me of Nena's cute blonde hair. She was naturally so light colored. But this punk, was fake. He growled in disgust towards me. Obviously, not liking me from the start. He looked nothing like Kodiak. He barely looked mixed. Maybe he was adopted after all.

My mind races, weighing my options. It’s lame, but the Goddess didn’t give me killer curves for nothing. Half Peruvian, half Japanese. Half fairy, half witch. Completely unique. “What about you? Right place at the right time,” I tease, slowly licking my lips and making sure he’s watching. I reach to touch his face and I’m shocked when he lets me. His skin is hot, not even shifter warm but actually hot. He’s pretty large and muscular, he’s got a sexy close trimmed beard and man… if he were in a kilt he would complete the full classic on warrior look. Just needs to be wielding a giant flail with an army at his back and he could conquer an entire country.