Ogres Novels & Stories

It’s time to turn around. I felt a breeze to the right side of me. I quickly moved left and turned toward my opponent at the same time. A huge club-like object slammed into the ground right where I had been sitting only moments before. I didn’t flinch when I stared at the large black eyes that were focused on me. I had never encountered an ogre before. I had however learned of how aggressive they were. They killed for food and right now it thinks I am its prey. Snot dripped from its wide nose, and saliva drained down its chin. Its skin reminded me of green olives. This thing was big. When I stand in Lycan form, I am around nine or ten feet tall. This thing was easily twelve to fourteen feet

As they arrived in the village, the village was peaceful, within Lyra and the shamans, their hearts were still thumping, mostly Lyra this was her first time to encounter creatures like this. The shamans had fought six of those huge, scary creatures called ogres. But Lyra was still dumbfounded as to how they were able to use magic. “You all have done well, eat and get some rest.” Elder Owen said with a warm voice, his tone caring. “Lyra wait.” Elder Owen called out as they were about to leave.

The place became awash with light, and the priestess chanted hard, Zane's blood flowing down to the fire. He suddenly fell on his knees as his legs twisted, his body shaking like he was about to shift as his wolf struggled to break free, while his human attempted to keep it inside. He let out a blood curling scream, and his eyes turned a gradual grey. The image of a black wolf started to form in front of him as he looked down, his breaths short, his body trembling. Once the image of the wolf formed completely, Alpha Zane's eyes suddenly closed, and he fell to the floor.

It’s time to turn around. I felt a breeze to the right side of me. I quickly moved left and turned toward my opponent at the same time. A huge club-like object slammed into the ground right where I had been sitting only moments before. I didn’t flinch when I stared at the large black eyes that were focused on me. I had never encountered an ogre before. I had however learned of how aggressive they were. They killed for food and right now it thinks I am its prey. Snot dripped from its wide nose, and saliva drained down its chin. Its skin reminded me of green olives. This thing was big. When I stand in Lycan form, I am around nine or ten feet tall. This thing was easily twelve to fourteen feet

“She tried to contend the monster and uplifted the fog a bit. They’re giant Ogres….” I can feel my fear skyrocketing as I listen to her, not failing to register the crumbling of earth that tells me the blade is being hauled out from the ground in preparation for another attack. What is she saying to me? Kitra tried to fight against that thing?- Wait, she mentioned Ogres? Doesn’t this mean…. I grip her arms, shaking her in demand, “T-there’s more of it? It’s not just one?” My fear explodes over my body, shaking my limbs and forcing my heart to beat on overdrive as my wide eyes blare into Welma’s distraught face.

They all knew I wasn't easy about bringing others to this house. "What's up with your lover?" I asked, this time cornering Brenda. "One of the people around her house saw the presence of the Ogres, and of course, they were attacked. Luckily, Rex and the Hunters destroyed them all," Brenda explained, furrowing my brows. "Ogres reached there too?" I asked, making Brenda nod. Something was off. Ogres appeared at school and around Rex's house. I was certain they didn't just randomly venture out of the Regnum's protection. There was something triggering them or happening in WinTera, I thought.

Amelia's heart quickened as she realized the sound was not that of another rogue werewolf, but of something much larger and far more dangerous. Bursting through the undergrowth came a colossal creature—a mythical beast known as a forest guardian. Its muscular form was covered in shimmering green scales, and an array of thorny vines snaked around its massive body. Its eyes glowed with a luminescent light, radiating ancient wisdom and power. The rogue werewolves faltered, momentarily stunned by the appearance of this unstoppable force. In that brief respite, Amelia seized the opportunity to regroup her pack and rally them for one final push. They knew this was their chance to turn the tide.

I ask, needing a confirmation of what I already know. "You already know Sarrtina. There's Zacharie and Hasiah and they are just as dangerous as Sarrtina, if not more. Then there's Achilles." "She's the blonde?" "Yes." Zaralina says. "What makes her truly evil and vicious is the world of pain which has created so much darkness inside of her." For some reason I want to know more about this Achilles. When I saw her in my dream I felt like I knew her from somewhere, her eyes were oddly familiar. But it could be because all these nonhuman eyes look very similar.

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

Tristan slowly close the doors with the golden handles. He released a shaking breathe of relief. He took a step back and walked into Trix, who was petrified by the sight in front of her. "Are they real," she whispered at the jewels of many shapes sizes and colors. Tristan followed her gaze and gulped. "I knew this was a bad idea," he grumbled, turning around to check if the ogres were gone. He leaned closer to the door and peered through the cracks. The ogres were now sitting down, it appears that they were building a fire. No doubt to cook them on.