Ogres Novels & Stories

Approaching the edge of the ravine, Adro peered down to see what was happening below, discovering a group of troops fighting against a horde of ogres and goblins. Following Adro, Grace covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes widened at the greenish-brown creatures of giant size. Those monsters looked just like the ones commonly seen in fantasy movies. How could humans, in real life, possibly defeat giants of that magnitude? Turning to Grace, Adro placed his hand on top of Grace's head. "Let's hide. You don't need to see this." Grace nodded, and they crawled backward to hide behind a large tree with numerous roots growing across the ground.

He seemed to go back into the deep water, where large bubbles began to small bubbles on the side of the boat. "Oh, there he is," said Alice with a smile and pulled the trigger, "Be quiet, baby." As soon as her voice fell, the lake immediately a large number of sprays. It's like an animal struggling in the water. Then the creature slowly floated up. Alice smiles more happily. She reached out and grabbed the creature from the water, pulling it out. When she saw the creature she had caught, her face suddenly changed. Its long body is covered with livid scales and its mouth is full of sharp teeth, which means the creature is a common fish called alligator gar. The average size of this fish is ab

Beatrice Wilder, or GWOTOWC, ignores me. I hand over the sheaf of papers with only the first page filled in. Beatrice looks through them, huffs, and stands to her full five-foot height from behind her desk. Her short white hair is a lie, or at least I think it is. Judging by the trickle of energy she releases, she's a shifter of an unknown lesser variety. During my fifty years of visiting the human realm, there have been many changes. This realm is now a melting pot of every paranormal creature imaginable. I'm undecided if that's good or bad. Bottom line... I prefer my own realm, where dragons are lords of land and sky. I'm just old-fashioned that way.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”