My Orc Novels & Stories

asked Chaos. "Oh, we might leave that for another day, my lord. Look! The Orcs are coming faster than I had thought…" said Belphegor, as he pointed out with his flames shaped as a claw at the enormous army of over thousands of green-skinned burly men, who had large tusks coming out of their lower jaws, and fiery crimson eyes! They were all bald, and wore simple leather clothes, wielding gigantic weapons infused with shiny magic stones they mined around! These were authentic Orcs, the likes that Chaos had only see briefly in the books given to him when he was on his facility on his past life.

His senses on high alert as he hesitantly leaned over the doorframe to see a tall figure with black hair dancing around in the Kitchen with weird steps. His eyebrows furrowed as he took in the dressing of this supposed churail, she was dressed in a pair of plazo pants and a sweatshirt. She turned around and started screaming upon seeing him. At once he knew this was no churail, only person had a voice this horrible in tht family and that was Zoya. He doubted if her horrible voice had scared the actual jinns away or not. He rolled his eyes but when her screams turned into full blown curses, he took hurried steps to shut her mouth with his hand before she could wake everyone up.

She took a few steps in an attempt to get closer to the couple when the room disappeared, and she flew across mountains, green hills, villages, and rivers until she was in front of the Royal Palace of Nordmar. The walls surrounding the Warrior Clan were almost entirely destroyed, and a battle was taking place between humans, Snow Elves, and the Orcs. The snow was red from the blood of those who gave their lives to protect the village against the invaders. The Orcs, some around 7’ tall or more, were everywhere. Short brown hair almost entirely covered their strong arms and legs. They had three sets of big fangs – two on the lower mandible and the other set on the upper mandible. Their ears we

He stared at where the portal had stood, jaw not quite on the floor. "I'm going to grab a can of soda, do you want something?" I asked, but it didn't seem like he'd heard me. I headed for the kitchen. Hunter followed me slowly, appearing in the kitchen doorway as I opened my soda. He had a look of concern on his face, or maybe it was uncertainty? I waited for him to say something first. I didn't want to rush this for him. "What are you?" he asked finally. I set my soda down on the counter I leaned back against. "I am a Necromancer, a Summoner to be exact. And so are you."

Seraphina tried to be firm but her soft voice betrayed her. Even still, Bethel sighed and seated herself next to Seraphina. “Familiars are the animals which Vampires can shape shift into. When a vampire child is born, they will have a silver birthmark which shows what their familiar will be. Familiars are a reflection of a Vampires true character.” Seraphina’s brows were knitted trying to make sense of what Bethel was saying. “Is that why Lord Stevano of House De-Buccleuch has that silver serpent on his face?” whispered Rose. “Yes, his familiar is a serpent, in fact the whole House De-Buccluech are reptiles of some sort, bunch of cold-blooded snakes” Bethel trailed off.

There were plenty of dual-income families in our neighborhood, and with their kids in their senior year, most parents simply didn't have time to supervise them. So I cleared out my living room and turned it into a completely free evening study room. Every night from seven to ten, I helped the students with every subject and even provided them with a late-night snack. The parents in our group chat praised me constantly, calling me a saint. Then Kendra Hodge, a notoriously difficult mom, moved into Willow Creek. She showed up at my door and demanded that I clear everyone else out so I could tutor her son, Zeke, who hated studying, one-on-one. I politely refused. Her attitude changed on th

But if someone on either side went to the other side's territory to make trouble, he or she deserved to die. After traveling for an hour, they arrived at an area that was still under repair. The entire district was covered with a layer of a little choking smoke and dust. Xiao Chen noticed that many of the people who worked outside looked very strange. Some of them had bear heads, while others had wolf claws. All of them seemed to have infinite power. In shock, Xiao Chen asked, "Who are they?" "They are Orcs," Yang Qing said lightly. "Orcs?" Xiao Chen felt very strange. He had never seen such a race in the Five Continents. Was it also a race from ancient times?

I sucked in a breath to stop myself from squealing. “That won’t do it, Duma,” he grunted with a frown. “Can’t just barge in and ask a’money. Got to have... wotsit. Leavening.” The smaller orc, who until then had stared deeply into the flames of their campfire, chuckled softly. “You mean leverage, Mahk. Got to put on the pressure.” His eyes glittered a bright orange, highlighted by the firelight. Even in spite of his monstrous tusks, which protruded from his bottom jaw and covered his top lip, he had a rugged handsomeness about him. By his build, he looked to be more human-sized, though still larger than the biggest guard in our town center.

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.