Lotr Oc Novels & Stories

The Oak—the doorway. Caelora and the others were already locked in combat, their powers clashing against the grotesque forms of the Algoths. I gripped my bow tighter, scanning the chaos for any sign of Lorcan. My fingers trembled around the string as I nocked an arrow. Where is he? My eyes darted from one soldier to the next, searching the fray.

Wolves shifted and headed out without hesitation, pulling out keys, weapons. I watched them go and felt something cold coil beneath my ribs. They came back empty. One by one, then in pairs. Each return stripped another layer of hope from the room. No snapped branches. No blood. No disturbed earth. No lingering scent to follow. Not even a smear of panic or fear. Nothing. Lucas finally turned to me, jaw tight. “Owen’s route took him north,” he said. “Toward the old Moonstone border.” That alone was enough.

"That's partly one of the reasons, but the most important is that I have come accompanied by Lanox and his sister, plus some real warriors, so they can see the training and how they handle the fights between wolves and magic, you have to be prepared, and with the new techniques you are handling here, it occurred to me that we could share them with them." "Sounds perfect to me; this way, I can meet my future brother-in-law and introduce Owen officially as my mate." I said, looking at him, " And where are they?". "Elora is at the castle, and Lanox went out to explore a bit; he's fascinated with our territory; it's to be expected our Coven is beautiful as is the pack." "Then we should get ready

~Otsana As I walked down the corridor with my tray in hand, the faint sound of my footsteps echoed off the stone walls, a rhythm that seemed to match the quickened beat of my heart. The corridor was dimly lit, with only a few torches flickering at intervals, casting long, wavering shadows that danced along the rough stone floor. But my attention was drawn away from the flickering light by the presence of the Lycan King, Noah, standing with an air of quiet command. His eyes, sharp and intense, were fixed on me, and I could feel the weight of his gaze even before I met his gaze.

He didn't hear. He wasn't seeing us anymore. He was trapped in some hallucination, fighting enemies that weren’t there. And Lotanni — dazed from the hit — wasn’t getting up. I ran. Tackled Orin from the side. We hit the ground hard, rolling in the mud. He fought me like a wild animal, teeth bared, energy pulsing dangerously. "Orin! It's me!" I shouted, shaking him. He didn't blink. His hands surged with lethal force.

Ruguh said, rubbing his temples while scowling at Grugil, Yogulk started to smile and drool while still chewing on the branch treat Shaitan had given it. Once Grugil had quietened down, Rex, Lacey and Lizz relaxed a little and started up once more, “So any ideas what it could involve?” “If it involves an orc, it is most likely a battle, but to what purpose?” Lizz asked, staring out into the distance, deep in thought. “From the stories I’ve been told by father, orcs respect strength, much like the Bohl, so it must be a fight to prove you’re stronger” Lacey said, “there is something else that is worrying me about their shows of strength from the stories.”

I replied. "Okay. I didn't like Hendra that much anyway." He sighed. "About Earth... It's beautiful." I smiled. "Is it true there are so many animals?" "Yes." "Awesome!" He squealed. Dolhq only has white doves and fish in the ocean. We don't have any land animals so yes Dolhq also has its disadvantages. "Come Alexio," I stated holding out my hand as the door flew open. He took my hand and we walked into the massive building.

Now, the beginning of her journey had just begun. After absorbing the Thunder God Organization, Lora took Lyla back to Inferno Base City. It was at night, and the bright moon could be seen high in the sky. Lucas admired the moon’s beauty as he sipped on a glass of valuable red wine that was in his hand. He took a slow sip, and a smile appeared on his beautiful face. He thought of what Jacob had said about the Rank 8 Evolved One, the Master of Ghastly Summoning, before he died!

Could I endure being with such an arrogant asshole for three years, or even three months? Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly found myself caught by Lorcan's wolf, Oscar. As Oscar's gentle eyes met mine, a sense of ease washed over me. Why can’t he be like his wolf? Gentle, understanding and supportive. Suddenly Lorcan's mark, the symbol of our bond that adorned my skin glowed under the moonlight, Oscar's presence became even more enchanting. I couldn't help but giggle as Oscar playfully licked at my hand, which seemed to only fueled Lorcan's jealousy, I could sense his feelings, he was angry about something, or maybe he was angry at his wolf. He had always been jealous of how both Hera and I ad

delicate looking creatures! Impossible! "Believe me Luna, our father was the King of Constancia. One of the three kingdoms that rule the Land of Lore. The other two; Lotho, is ruled by Aswangs, the shape-shifters and Grendlar ruled by Witches and Sorcerers." "You are half fairy Luna." Alta too, approached her. "That is why you have abilities unlike other normal humans. Just like Morga, you have the gift of sight that allows you to see through the future."