Handsome Half-orc Novels & Stories

The rest of it was all polished wood. "Do me a favour…" Dane rasped and I directed my gaze at him. He was taking off his cloak and I stared in anticipation. He jerked off the cloak, the inner shirt, exposing his long muscular body inked with a drawing of a vicious-looking half-man half-beast. He shook out his rich, full hair, letting it fall over his impossibly broad shoulders. When his hands went to the waistband of his trousers, I fucking stared with my mouth slightly parted. There was no way in hell I was missing this part. "Saraya…." Dane called and I raised my widened gaze to meet his. His eyes were dark and intense.

He stood easily over a foot taller than me, and his chiseled physique rippled with muscles that seemed to flex and tense with every subtle movement. His raven-black hair was unkempt, swept to one side, and his perfectly groomed goatee framed a strong, angular jawline. But it was his eyes that truly caught my attention - piercing silver orbs with a hint of white, like clouds drifting across a moonlit sky. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that this towering giant was likely the Necromancer King, a being of dark legend and formidable power.

Ethan nodded, “That makes sense. Rather smart to find a place full of humans all the time to work.” The merman spotted Drew a little distance away, “There he is.” Ethan waved and Drew waited for the boys to catch up. The blond Half-Elf sighed. Why was he stuck running with a Centaur and a Merman when he was an Elf? He never felt out of place with the professor around. The two would out speed him in no time. The dark grey wolf ran through the evening, his ears keen and nose sharpened to the scent of the Half-Fairy he’d been assigned to.

His eyes, a piercing shade of amber, shone with a warm, gentle intelligence, filled with a deep wisdom and understanding. A delicate pattern of intricate, swirling tattoos adorned his arms and chest, pulsing with a soft, blue-green light that seemed to echo the rhythm of the forest itself. His hair, a wild tangle of black locks, cascaded down his back like a waterfall of night, framing his rugged features with a soft, romantic elegance. Despite his fearsome appearance, there was something undeniably captivating about this ogre, something that commanded attention and inspired awe. I felt a shiver run down my spine as our eyes met.

Definitely more than a regular delegation or visiting group would bring. My body was shaking in anger, with fear and uncertainty weaved in too. I shifted my eyes down to where Gunner’s wolf was standing. His posture was rigid, and the wolves around him appeared to be cowering away from him somewhat. I could basically see the anger rolling through his shoulders. The fur on his back was sticking up and his ears were pulled right back. His low and ferocious growl rumbled around the entire village. I whipped my eyes back to the man standing with the other Weres and gasped. His long arms were spattered with thick hair. His hands were half morphed into claw like talons. His long legs were bent bac

Though redness colors his cheeks, he isn’t poisoned. As night falls, I become more paranoid. Every small move Orvyn makes feels like an attempt to kill me. I keep watching the clock, praying desperately that he falls asleep before midnight strikes. When Orvyn steps out of the bathroom, my jaw drops. Oh my goodness! He’s half-n.aked with only a towel around his waist. His muscles and abs are well-defined, shifting with every tiny move. His tan skin glistens with water droplets. His eyes—one hazel, one blue—look sharper and brighter than ever. He looks unreal, like a character from a fantasy book.

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.

The orc’s yellow eyes gleamed with dark amusement as Torvald stepped fully into the firelight, shedding his cloak. “You come for my cock, human king?” Grulak rumbled, voice like grinding stones. He stood from his throne of furs, the massive shaft swinging heavily. “Then take it. If you can survive it.” Torvald dropped his weapons and stripped off his armor, revealing his own powerful body and rock-hard cock. He crossed the cave and dropped to his knees in front of the orc chieftain. Up close, the size was even more intimidating. Torvald wrapped both hands around the enormous length, stroking reverently before leaning in and dragging his tongue along the thick underside. The taste was raw and

The growl came again, closer, and then the corn parted violently, stalks snapping as something massive burst through. My eyes widened. It was a werewolf—half-man, half-beast—towering over me, easily seven feet tall. Shaggy black fur covered his muscular frame, rippling over broad shoulders, chiseled pecs, and abs so defined they looked carved from stone. His amber eyes glowed, slitted pupils locked on me, and his fangs glinted as he bared them in a snarl. Claws tipped his massive hands, and his tattered pants barely clung to his hips, the bulge beneath straining the fabric.

It's frustrating that I'll be returning home to the Hayes home. However, I didn't get the chance to run too far before Mindy caught up with me. I hate that I'm a half-breed. The disadvantage of being half wolf and half human is that you can never speed up enough or better than a full wolf. I have no idea how Mindy found out about me leaving when Kingston had shielded me from curious eyes. I thought I had gone far enough to rest, but Mindy jumped out of nowhere and scratched my face.