My Orc Novels & Stories

Pain shot right through her and she screamed out. "Shhh, the cold voice came again, no ones coming to save you." Hailey nodded out of fright, tears already streaming down her face. "Now, i'll ask again, where is the Blood Orchid?" Scarcely had the words left his mouth when someone hit him hard from the back. He groaned in pain, releasing Hailey. She dropped weakly to the ground and watched as her captor turned to face his assailant. He was quickly flung aside and the other person came towards her. The last person she expected to see Trey Kristov, but here he was in flesh and blood muttering something about staying down to her. He stood up and Hailey thought she saw his eyes change to a gold

The sun is got in completely, Set I was inside the forest, when I hear a roar of a monster, for the poor luck of the monster since it was an orc, Set he says "well, how many of you are?", the orc looked at him and got defensive, Set he asked again "How many are there and Why attack human settlements?" the orc decided Attack Set with the axe I'm just looking for an opening in his attack to kill him, which are followed, but it wasn't until he got the orc clan information, Set I cut him first the right arm that was with which he carried his hammer, the cries of pain were Heard throughout the villa, then Set Continued with one leg "What do you still not think to talk about?!" the orc close

The mana in the core and the mana in the bones and claws knew each other well and had worked together before. This was the remnant spirit of the Diamond Scaled Ferocious Ground Dragon that was in Gin's war hammer. Gin swung his hammer up and a fist made of rubble rose and hit the High Orc, sending him flying. The Orc was over 20ft tall and heavy, Gin could only hit him a few hundred feet into the air with his full strength. A metal axe formed in the air and slammed the Orc back into the ground, destroying several huts inside the fortress.

I can’t see anything because it’s dark. I felt scared when he let go of my hand. I’m scared of the dark, I don’t know, but I suddenly imagined that some monsters will eat me or hurt me. My Aunt always says that to me, when I was 9 years old. “Jared?” Did he prepare something for me? Is he planning to surprise me? “J-Jared? Why is it so dark here? W-Where are we?” “Do you think that I love you, Eunice?” I heard his voice, and it was somewhere near me. I think he’s just near to me...

He smirked and leaned back on the chair, “A bit small for the ruler of the largest pack in the realm, don't you think?” “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Keyleth stepped to my side, her arms folded against each other. “Tell us about the rot and we might just let you live.” “What shall I call you?” The wolven asked again, the smirk on his face dropped. “Oliver. Just Oliver.” — “Koren?” The word rolled off Keyleth's tongue as the male looked with obvious annoyance. “Soren.” He snapped at her, turning a sharp gaze towards me. “Soren stris, the dark wolven rises, and the realm falls.”

Then a hand reached through the space between stone and shield. Not long dead; flesh still clung to the orc’s bones as the arm bent forward, trying to lock onto my wrist. I slapped at it, my stomach boiling as chunks of flesh snagged on my fingertips. “stupid-child of Freyja,” the orc snarled, evidently still possessed of its tongue. “Your flesh will fill my belly soon enough.” In reaction, I seized hold of its forearm and twisted till the elbow dislocated, savoring its cry of anguish but knowing the orc would well have the last word.

Either that or not made it so everything feels real. Looking at the Giant Goblin, I wondered where the weak point on it was. During the Beta version, it had been on its stomach, with a mark to indicate what needed to be hit, looking at it now, I didn’t see any revealing mark. It was approximately twenty feet tall, dark green with a large muscular body and a small head, with pointy ears. It wore an armor plate over its chest. “Any idea where the weak spot is?” I came to a stop, not wanting to initiate the fight until I had a little more information.

Looking up, she saw the phantoms clashing against the newly arrived griffins—the phantoms wreaking havoc along their way as their slimy-looking yellowish skin glistened under the rising sun while their long swirling tongues dripped with the werewolves’ blood. Soleyah was too familiar to them. In that tunnel, she had seen these creatures. They were mindless and weak, no matter how many they were. Different from crawlers, skinwalkers, and phantoms, orcs were created by Merlin. She had fought with them along the way to the place she sought so she knew how easy it was to kill them, but seeing that the sparse werewolves were being pushed back—she knew that quantity mattered.

Orion went through the enchantment, followed by Amora and Nicholas. The creature in front of me turned to see the commotion, letting out a heavy breath. “More disturbances,” he whispered to himself. He finally turned to me to answer my long-awaited question. “I’m Sugha son of Eman,… an Orc.”

She finally ran away from the orc when we met her, hence her attitude. However, an orc killing a sparrow? Orcs are known to be loving creatures despite their gigantic size. They’re like large golden retrievers. “Even if that sounds impossible, there must be another part of the story. We are near the place Dragon King told us about. We will hear more about it after we get there.” I could already see the big gate in front of us. After we entered this gate, we might have a hard time going out. I paused in my steps, letting the others walk ahead of me.