My Orc Novels & Stories

And in the center, a fire pit with a spit turning slowly over the flames. A figure straightened up from beside the fire. He was huge and easily seven feet tall, broad as a damn doorway, with thick green-gray skin stretched over heavy muscle. Tusks curved from his lower jaw, not monstrously long but impossible to miss. His dark hair was braided back from a heavy brow, and he wore simple leather breeches and a vest that looked like it barely contained his chest. An orc. Elena’s brain short-circuited. She’d studied enough folklore to know the stories, but stories didn’t prepare you for the living, breathing reality standing ten feet away, watching her with calm amber eyes.

I didn’t turn immediately because I already knew they were rouge wolves and not just any. They were familiar ones. My smile faded slightly as I finally turned my head. A group of men stepped forward watching me with recognition. “Rio Vorthrane,” one of them said, his voice laced with irritation. I exhaled slowly. “You’ve been looking for me,” I said. “Yeah, you owe us” another one replied. I tilted my head slightly. “Do I?” The first one scoffed. “Don’t play games.” I glanced briefly at the woman beside me. She pushed off me, her hand hard against her chest as she smiled while walking away.

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 magical backlash from the binding... it went into the ley lines. It went down." The iron door to the Dragon Keep—a massive vault sealed for three hundred years—began to glow red. The metal warped, melting like wax. A roar echoed from the depths. It was a sound that vibrated the marrow in their bones. ROOOOOAAAARRRR. The door exploded outward. A figure flew through the smoke, landing in a heap at Vespera’s feet. It was Oryn. In this world, he was an Orc—green-skinned, tusked, and wearing the leather apron of the Beast Keeper.

This one tore through the northern village, right beyond the castle’s reach. The air shimmered, and from the rippling vortex poured gigantic orc-beasts—twice the size of even the elite dark orcs from before. Their skin glowed like lava rock, pulsing with red cracks. They held jagged weapons made of bone and rune-metal, and their mouths stretched in howls that shook the trees. Within minutes, chaos erupted. I sprinted down the stairs, barefoot, summoning wind armor as I moved. Guards clashed in the lower halls. Children screamed. From my link with Edric, I felt a wave of urgency crash into me like ice.

After comparison, he knew that they were not beings of this world, or even this universe. "I tried searching through their minds and souls. They call themselves the Orck race. They have bear people and wolf people… They're made up of beasts and half-beasts. It seems they're coming here for Chase." Norm was a Supreme Elder of the Evil Shadow Sect, and he was very good at mind and soul techniques. He knew how to use the Soul Searching Technique well. However, the Orck warriors were too low-level. He could only obtain minimal information. When everyone heard that they were coming for Chase, it piqued their curiosity. Were they Chase's past enemies coming for revenge?

[Defeated 100 Orcs] [Advaced profile of Orc's Available] The Orc race is the race of fire. Among all races, Orcs possess the greatest physical strength, with high maximum HP and ATK levels but slow movement, attack and casting speeds Orcs have two Main evolutionary paths. -Fighter (1st evolution) A basic fighting class, Orc fighters focus on brute force melee combat. At evolution, the Orc must choose to journey his path to the warrior as a Brutish Orc raider.

The orc nodded and held the palm of his hand out to me. I looked at the orc. He nodded with narrow eyes. I hesitantly touched my palm to his. He closed his eyes. I could feel something searching me, like the air around me. I focused and could see his green aura wrapping around me, probing at my limbs. He pulled away and looked back over his shoulder. He nodded at the orc. "She is the daughter of Matei Popov." "I told you I was. Now, what do you want?" The orc stepped closer to me. He smiled a big pointy tooth grin. "A kiss."

Briefly before the door swings closed, he sees Fay, passed out, naked and bruised. The skin tight helm begins to fold back, morphing down as their leader made his way out of the captain’s room. The male orc has a dark, after shaved beard on his strong jawline. Those ebony locks of his fall down on his green shoulders and his dark amber eyes leer to Uzul. “Hey, what is wrong with Fay?” a questioning tone reaps from his throat and as he asked the other two faces become visible to the Uzul. The one on the right side of the tall orc has an eyepatch upon her left eye, fully covering it. Though her other eye is pure blue. She has dark dreads that fall down to her back. Between the gums inside her

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."