My Orc Novels & Stories

Every year, The Light Council does business with the Barbarians and the Orcs, exchanging for rare and precious resources. "The Barbarians and the Orcs? Tell us more." Gideon set down his glass and pulled Winter into his arms without hesitation. Winter leaned against his firm, warm chest. Orabella said, "The Barbarians and the Orcs are among the top tribes of Asgard Plains. "The Orcs aren't like the half-human, half-beast hybrids from the movies. Instead, they're clans that coexist with beasts. You could say the Orcs is a broad term. Any human-beast cohabiting group can be called Orcs.

"Brandur is one. You remember he is called The Destroyer?" She fought back the gratifying smile that tugged at her lips with his growing unease. Maybe she could scare him enough into abandoning his plan and tell her where baby Brand was before the wolves caught up to them. "And they are not just regular wolves," she continued. "They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea."

“I wish to become the Supreme Sorcerer, Elder Magnus. I believe it is my birthright.” A deep frown etched itself onto Magnus’s wrinkled face. “You are young, Constantine,” he said, his tone as unyielding as stone. “The path to becoming the Supreme Sorcerer is not an easy one. It requires wisdom, power, and years of experience.” Constantine nodded, fully aware of the challenges that lay ahead. “I understand the gravity of my request, Elder Magnus. But I also carry the blood of the ancient sorcerers within me. It is a part of my lineage, my destiny.”

Oranges, no, grapes, no, breadfruit, no, Pomegranate, yes. My trifecta Gold Apple, Pear and a pomegranate. “I have made my choices,” I yell out. “Eat of your choices and prepare for the fight. Once you beat the beast at the gate Jove will heal your mortal body. Fail and you must wait 10,000 years to try again,” the goddess tells me. “Well by then those I am fighting to get to will be here, so,” I shrug. This is my only shot. Jove-Eat the pomegranate first.

Sir Hugo steps into the arena. ‘First to fight is Ornak and Grim,’ he announces. Two orcs, around nine and ten years old, appear and face each other. They pound their chest with their fists as Sir Hugo counts down from three. The orcs spread their feet apart and grip each other’s arms firmly. They use all their strength to try and pin each other down. Ornak releases his grip from Grim’s arms and sweeps his foot around, making Grim fall back. Grim immediately jumps back up and lunges towards Ornak. They roll a few times until Ornak successfully keeps Grim down. Sir Hugo holds Ornak’s arm up high, ‘Ornak wins the round,’ he declares.

Eight feet of pure horror bounding through the woods, towards the horde made up of at least twenty high orcs. High Orcs were normal orcs who evolved due to their high intake of mana from the surroundings. They are commonly found since mana is everywhere but for there to be a horde of this many High Orcs then both their physiques that cause them to take in so much mana and the forest which is filled with mana are highly compatible. My wolf, half the size of the smallest orc in the group, lunges straight at the throat of one of the High Orcs. It holds it in place with his massive claws then rips out the throat before the overgrown orc has any chance to swing its club.

As for Fyro, he is constantly burning to crisp those filthy Orcs. Yes, we are just a few but we are more powerful than these orcs. But I just caught a glimpse behind the Orcs of new arrivals. My eyes widened. Holy bitches, giant orcs? Oh wait, I know them. They are called Gargantuar and there are many of them! "Damn, those are dangerous, they're not wet as long as they die," Kaye promised. "Be careful, they spit acid poison." I was more nervous. I thought the fight was in flow but I did not expect that they would come. The Orcs had prepared it.

They are the monsters that disturb the balance of Pandora. The hierarchy of Orcs. Gargantula- orc demon king. Gorgons- orcs in command Orcs-soldiers I just closed the book. The complicated thing is that even monsters have a hierarchy. And their names are weird. Gargantula, just like a tarantula. Gorgon, that's Medusa, right? Aish, I'm getting tired of thinking about things I shouldn't be aware of. I put the book back on the shelf and walked out, but I felt like I was stoned when I saw Gen staring at me.

I was going to take every stone, every secret from this cursed place and make it mine. We ventured deeper into the rift’s scarred valley, and that’s when we heard them—low growls, followed by heavy, clawed steps echoing against stone. Then they emerged. A tide of orcs poured from the mist, their green-gray skin marred with jagged black scars and mana corruption. Their eyes glowed white. Magic-fused. Twisted by the rift’s power. They charged. I didn’t wait for orders.

He tells me quickly and quietly as he sips his drink. Last to stand is a man, huge in stature and when I say huge I mean huge, the biggest man I have ever seen! He stares and grins at me, easily double my size. “I am a dragon" he booms his voice thick and deep, to deep he sounds evil! "I love being a dragon but alas like my counterparts before me, it is a lonely life. They’re are not many female's left sadly due to all the past wars and fights. Making our lives empty with not very many mates and even less children. Alas looking at me you know I would defenitly be good in bed I mean, look at me” he says strongly wiggling his eyebrows in my direction and smiling,