Humans Are Space Orcs Novels & Stories

“Is the Alpha she was talking about. We ate dinner and got to talking. He was about to tell me his name when there was an explosion. We ran out of the dining room just in time for another explosion to go off. That’s when I got sucked back and came back to reality.” “Holy shit. That’s ridiculously crazy!” Louise all but screamed. “I’m glad my visions are not like that. I also got to thinking that is it possible to have two oracle in the same pack? I know the moon goddess said that together we are stronger but is it possible that we are meant to not be in the same pack?” She asked solemnly. “I don’t know Louise. This scares me almost as bad as it does you. I wish we could talk to the guys.”

Some cave walls with their steel trellises that hold humans? There are not only witcher nations, but there are orkas, then black dwarves who of course serve the dark. "Lowly creatures! Do you intend to surrender?!" Eros, who turned back into a human, rubbed some of the hair that covered his forehead. "A lowlife you say?!" Who here is the lowest? Even ants knew that it was these dark creatures like them that were lowly—subsisting on the essence of other beings. Zeno howled loudly, followed by the howls of his herd. After that, they destroyed all the creatures that were there; clawing, biting, throwing, stabbing with their fingernails, and turning the contents of the cauldron upside down.

We see things clearly. We also pride ourselves on our mating. We stick to our own kind, as crossbreeding with humans was known to be forbidden, according to the prophet of our back. Only the chosen few would be able to breed with humans. It is said that a spawn of some humans and wolfs can, in rare instances, create what is known as a Lycan wolf. Lycans and werewolves are alike in most animal instincts, but Lycans are far more complicated. Unlike the average wolf, they can run on their hind legs, and extend their claws farther. They even actually have the ability to speak to their wolves, and their wolves speak back to them. Sometimes, the wolf persona can be so strong, it takes over the per

Suddenly I heard someone speak next to me which caused me to turn around. A doctor. Yeah, at first I thought I couldn't be wrong. He is a doctor. But it's weird because it's just like a typical doctor on earth. Is their adaptation rate really like this? As I've read the history, since the formation of the orcs, they have closed the portal connected to the earth, so since then the colonization here in Pandora has also stopped. They are not updated with whatever is in fashion, but still, there is a part of them that sounds human somehow, but still, they can't change the fact that they are freaking aliens who are avid fans of earthlings. "W-where am I?" I was still hungry and that's when I felt

The strongest of all species, the orcs managed to wipe out half of the realms throughout the war before being obliterated in reprisal for being accused of a crime they did not commit. The Midnight coven of witches believed the Orcs were innocent, but the realms would not listen to them. The Orcs entrusted the coven of witches with the safety of their young, hiding them in their Covenstead to save the species. In the aftermath of the war, every species was at its most vulnerable since every realm had suffered significant losses and many injuries needed time to heal. The humans took advantage of the opportune timing, knowing realms were ebbing at their lowest and attacked the realms successful

The cows grew to normal size and Marwan growled. "They're going to stink up the space." I rolled my eyes and explained that their dried cow pies were great fuel. "For your species accomplishing space travel, you're not very advanced," I mumbled sourly and he scoffed. "The Netorians are who we got the gift of space flight from, we are a very primitive race. Our forefathers, the reptilians, didn't give us much," he told me. I pulled the larger branches to block off the space the cows were clustered in and noticed that there were only two cows and one bull. I'd lost two somewhere. I heard Marwan curse and look at the bottom of his boot.

What’s more frightening than an orc with huge biceps? Intelligence. This specific orc can talk and understand human language. When it starts to grin, my skin starts to crawl. “So, pretty one, have you come here to offer yourself to me?”

I walked to the front of that room and stood beside the wolf king and looked out at a sea of faces that ranged from carefully welcoming to barely concealed hostile. Cael introduced me in a voice that filled every corner. "Luna Seraphina of the Duskborne Dynasty. Humanity's voice. The bridge between our peoples. The proof that a new age is possible." Wolves applauded. The human delegates, six of them, people I didn’t know, chosen by Duskborne invitation—several of them were crying. One older man pressed his fist to his heart and bowed his head and I’d to look slightly away because if I held that image too long I would feel something, and feeling things in this room was not something I could a

The Blood Moon loomed overhead, casting an eerie glow over the land. Its light seemed to pulse with the weight of ancient power, the sky painted in crimson and gold as the stars disappeared beneath its shadow. Raynor stood at the edge of the Frostfang Peaks, looking out over the vast expanse of the land. The clans were scattered, divided, broken by years of bloodshed and war, but he knew—this was the moment they would either be healed or destroyed.