Handsome Half-orc Novels & Stories

With so many of them distracted like this, I could probably get closer. As I make my way down the boulder and around behind a tent facing inward of the forest, I overhear someone speak as the crowded cheer dies down. “My kin, we’re but moments away from making our day in history.” As the last word is spoken, many begin to cheer once more. Lifting a piece of the back of the tent up I notice there is no one inside, so sneaking under I am able to hide and see what was going on. Now that I had a closer look, I can see the Orc that was speaking. His skin was a much darker purple than the others, and through the sparks from the fire I could see that he was heavily tattooed with black ink. Unlike m

Nala licks her dry lips and breathes deeply as she knows the scent is fading slowly. Nala pulls out her conversation when she finds out Raymond doesn't like it. "I was wondering, did you come indeed to look after me?" Raymond shifts his body to face Nala. Stare right into Nala's bead without blinking. "That's right, Nala. You have me. Although this is a consequence of Ray having half-human blood. But Ray's happy because it's Nala," he said. Ray groped his chest, then continued. "Here is a sign of ownership that already existed when Ray was born. Since Ray is half-human, Ray's owner can have Ray and do whatever he wants but Ray can't have one."

He gave me a peck on the lips and then took my hand to walk me downstairs. The best thing about being with him was that he never left me alone. He respected my personal space but he was also overprotective and so cute. As we reached the last step, the doorbell rang. It was Hannah and Bryson with their little son Andrew. He was so cute. He had brown hair like Hannah but green eyes like Bryson. Even though he was just 15 days old, he already looked like a 2-month-old baby. This is because he was a half-blood vampire, being born to a vampire and a human.

“We finally figured out how the Huntsman got the sort of power needed to wipe out all but one of the lycans and all but me from the fae, and start systematically taking out the witches and wizards so that you had to go into hiding. We’re sure that the werewolves are next. He’s done a number on the pixies, and Lord only knows what poor souls he’ll be tracking down once he’s finished with those species.” “It turns out,” Russo said, staring straight at Lisa, “that our Huntsman is actually a half-demon.” She gasped and covered her mouth with both hands. “Are you sure?” her question came out with a whimper. I nodded my head. “We’ve done a lot of research into it. He’s over one hundred and thirty

My sisters stopped what they were doing and looked at me, dumbfounded. “Say that again?” Gia asked as she walked up to me, hands on her hips, ready to argue. “There is no need to repeat.” I replied, “You heard me.” “He’d have to be a pixie or a dragon for that to be possible.” Ari noted, annoyed. “Apparently, he is only half elf and the other…” I paused, “Damn it, Tyr never said what the other half was.” “He’s half pixie.” Ward chimed in from his place leaning against a tree.

Getting closer, I could see his face. He looked nothing like the others who chased after Jaden and me. It was a tall handsome man. He looked really angry. I could see the anger and sadness in his eyes. "Speaking of our father, that's him," Lucy "What?" Jaden and I asked "Yes, he's the man in the picture grandpa showed to me" Lucy replied The man stood there for a while and stared at us without saying anything. " He was handsome maybe that's why Jaden is so handsome too," I thought to me.

"Who are you?" She was like me, a half-witch, and a half-werewolf. I shifted too and snarled to make her bow down and make her submit. She only attacked me, and Timor gladly took her from me. I shifted back and looked at her. Strange. It was very strange to see someone like me, I used to walk in this land thinking I was the only half-blood. I was too surprised she shifted back and flick her wand to Timor. I moved fast to deflect it, but it was too late.

” He added. “Oh, Really? How touching.” Suddenly a weretiger walks approaching them. He wears a Byzantium thin mantle and cobalt blue shorts. He looks like a standing giant Sumatran Tiger. Jeje, Cocong, and ßenlong are vigilant. They are ready to attack it. “Cindaku, A demon half human and half tiger of Kerinci. Be careful. His strength isn’t a mere joke!” Jeje exclaimed. “Guys, let m-”

I sucked in a breath to stop myself from squealing. “That won’t do it, Duma,” he grunted with a frown. “Can’t just barge in and ask a’money. Got to have... wotsit. Leavening.” The smaller orc, who until then had stared deeply into the flames of their campfire, chuckled softly. “You mean leverage, Mahk. Got to put on the pressure.” His eyes glittered a bright orange, highlighted by the firelight. Even in spite of his monstrous tusks, which protruded from his bottom jaw and covered his top lip, he had a rugged handsomeness about him. By his build, he looked to be more human-sized, though still larger than the biggest guard in our town center.

A gigantic beast in the gnarly form of a half- human, half Rogue. Big bulging red eyes, sharp teeth. A human body, riddled with deep scars and cuts and stains of blood that doesn't seem to be its own. Its black fur is matted with chunks of its last meals. The smell emanating off it is almost too putrid, too concentrated. And when it lets out a growl, I can almost feel the essence of the ones it has consumed. Larkin bows down. "All hail the Great Leader."