Handsome Half-orc Novels & Stories

She is the one responsible for a man’s journey throughout and with Argus, she gave special attention. He was half-bred: half greek and half Asian origin that made him a class by itself. There was nobody like him, with high cheekbones, a well-muscled body, powerful thighs, and hands enough to break a man’s neck with a simple twist. He looked like Ares when he trained, mad and frenzy for war. He looked like Apollo when he visited and toured around the village, kind benevolent, and full of glow like the sun himself.

Struggling to his feet and dusting himself off, Rex took the few seconds he had at the present while the orc was stunned to take in what his opponent was, he had not had enough time to process the transition from the area surrounded by bright lights and then the sudden darkness to center himself. Taking a deep breath in through his nose and exhaling out through his mouth to calm himself, he took a good look at his opponent, not having seen an orc before he was not really sure what he was looking at in terms of strengths and weaknesses, all he could see was the beast had black matted hair on its scalp, a broad forehead that was seeping green blood from the blow it suffered from colliding with

Without being told, the crowd divides, clearing an uninterrupted path to his destination. Just then, his face finally comes into view and then I see him even clearly. A tall, broad-shouldered man, he had a ripped body that even the clothing he wore couldn't hide it. His aura was commanding. Then his face…. heavens, well defined, it seemed as though he was created on a special day, giving him unique, extremely handsome features. His midnight black eyes held no emotion, a huge contrast to his handsome, alluring facial features. Alpha Iskander Damaris of the blood moon pack , The almighty warlord. The soulless butcher.

I said. "Ten years ago," Niklas began, "I was fifteen years old. My father was the leader of the Black Forest pack. He was a cruel man. A violent man. He believed that purebloods were superior to half-bloods, and that half-bloods were superior to humans, and that everyone should know their place." He picked up a small stone and turned it over in his fingers. "I didn't believe that. I had met half-bloods before—some of them were kind, gentle, nothing like the monsters my father described. But I kept my mouth shut. I did what I was told. I trained. I fought. I obeyed."

They were the Tainted. Half-human, half-wolf abominations that stood on two legs, towering over the average human. Their bodies were grotesquely muscled, with jaws that could swallow a man’s head and claws as long as daggers. Their eyes were the worst part—the pupils were vertical slashes, exploded and bloody, set in whites so bloodshot they appeared a sickening, demonic red. They were the bane of the all supernatural kind. Crazed creatures with only one drive: bloodlust.

He felt like his head would explode; he was dizzy thinking about all the problems. "The sketch is from me or the Tongass Pack?" asked Orlan curiously. From the Tongass Pack, it means half werewolf and half witch, right? Revazio looked at the picture beside him. "Looks like Tongass Pack. I distinguished the color of the paper." "Meaning half werewolf and half witch? Both children are pure werewolves or not?" Leon is excited. His hands wanted to strangle the perpetrator who had made his sleep less restful these past few months.

I cup both of his cheeks, and when he eventually releases his tongue, I almost faint. Before I could finally eventually rest, we remained in that position for a few more seconds. "You're just——" "Awesome, right?" When he speaks further, I notice him choke and turn away from me. Even if he is a merchant, I suppose it is true that I have tamed him now. It appears that there is more to him. He has orange hair and eyes that make him look like a stunning doll that would be perfect for sex slavery, in my opinion. He is a young man, despite having piercing white skin that looks like a lady's.

“What is a being like you doing around here? “Taking a walk.” It wasn’t a lie, after all. “Be careful, creature.” He looked at me intently, his red eyes lighting up for a second. “You do not know what is hidden in the forest.” “Are you talking about yourself?” I smiled haughtily. “I am not afraid of you.” “You should,” he said. “Sienna Sorrell, daughter of Eleonor and Wilder Sorrell. Half wolf, half witch. A hybrid.”