Orc Book Novels & Stories

"I have a theory." Draco said as he flipped the pages of the old book. It was called the book of supernaturals. A small leather bound book that had information on every recorded supernatural. Gabriel had called Draco the minute he left Elliot who had been thoroughly confused by his request. Draco had come over quickly and Gabriel ushered him into his study and locked the door behind them. It was still early, too early for Lori to wake up so he knew they had a few more minutes to themselves before she woke up.

VR chuckled and replied rubbing her pussy harshly," Tying your limbs here I will fuck this pussy here."  " God!! You are too much horny," Orni said pushing away his hands and walked towards a table. There she found various types of handcuffs, long whips, floggers and including some weird looking things. The things were looking like some kind of screw to grab something tightly. She took the things in her hands and asked him curiously," What are these?"  VR hold her from behind and he rolled his hands over her belly. Slowly and sensually he moved his hands towards her boobs. Orni moaned when he pinched her nipples and rubbed them softly.

It appeared in the children’s storybook, resurfaced in the old healer’s journal, was mentioned again in King’s Rot, and lingered once more within the damaged pages of Dark Bloodline Curses. None of the books explained what it was, yet each referred to it as though its meaning should have been obvious. The more I traced the faded word with my fingertip, the more certain I became that it wasn’t there by accident. Every account, no matter how different the healer or the century, seemed to drift back to Orrosta before stopping abruptly where the missing pages should have carried the story forward.

"I don't believe that. I can fix it. I can break it. There has to be a way." "There is," Orion said. "But not by hiding in the woods. Not by hoping visions and blood magic will save you." He reached into the satchel slung across his back and pulled out a small, battered leather book. He held it out to her. She hesitated, then took it. The cover was worn, the pages stained with old ink and ash. Her breath caught when she opened it. It was written in Old Vale script the language of her bloodline. Most of it was indecipherable, the ink faded, but one phrase had been circled in red:

Noel went to the table, facing his back to the big orb. "Let's see..." He put the note on the table. Then, with both hands on the table, he stood straight and closed his eyes while he imagined the look of the book he was searching for. "Lore of Elm." His thought sounded. The books on the shelves behind him began to shuffle on themselves and the orb color turned slightly violet. After a few moments, a few books floated onto the table beside where Noel was standing. He scanned through the books one by one. Then, he spotted a book with a red cover and black words written on them. The title on it was...

“Speak, child.” “Lord Orlov and my husband plan to fix the darkness problem with Vrian Elemental magic. Then they plan to-- to kill all the creatures in the forest. A genocide.” The Oracle didn't have as much of a reaction as Ursa thought. His eyes looked very far away, as if there was an internal database in his head, and he was accessing all types of information that normal mortals such as she can never touch. “They are both so smart, yet never learn. Young Orlov fancies himself a level-headed and analytical type of being; yet, he is just as impulsive as Young Vasil when it comes down to it.”

Hundreds of years have passed. Echor build 5 kingdoms named: Alpenglow where the powerful and wealthy creature ones live. Alamort, the cursed kingdom where the evil creatures of Echor come from. Raconteur, the kingdom of the dwarves who take the lead in making weapons. Habromania, the flying kingdom that is isolated from everyone where simple elves live. They avoid getting into trouble that's why they're called 'The Lonely Kingdom'. And finally, Ataraxia, where the creatures called 'Muggles' live quietly and simply They lived quietly, and without any disturbance.

Were they looking for the flower or a particular one in their garden then? “The blood Orchid? Isn’t it just a bunch of flowers?” Ryan carefully rounded a bend before replying her.. “The Orchids were Brookes favorite flowers but he named a serum he created after it” “A serum? What does the serum do?”. “Actually, nobody knows for sure. Some say it increases the Leviathan’s power and abilities. Others say it’s the only thing that can stop them---”

“You are why, Caesar my King, is so restless. I can fix that.” I squeeze, cutting off his air flow. I keep squeezing. Emma was our nurse, she raised Caesar and I. Before we were awake, we knew Emma. The caretaker of our humans. Without his mate, the king hasn’t been able to shift, Caesar is trapped and can't resist the magic. But I am free, strong, and most of all, deadly. “Bruce,” Evie’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “Bruce, he is dead.” I look at my hand and I am holding a dead wizard.

He leaned forward to take in more of the intoxicating scent of Jasmine, his eyes closed and he unconsciously leaned closer to her neck taking in the refreshing smell but at the moment she turned her face to the side, their noses brushed against each other, halting their movements. His eyes opened, feeling her move. His world stopped meeting a pair of earthly green orbs. Hazel caged her pupil while green guarded the iris. Deep swirling pools of green guarded by thick lashes, his eyes traveled down to her dainty button nose, slight chubby cheeks, a perfect jaw, his gaze flickered to those delicate petal like lips, plum and soft looking, black threads of silk framing her face and the nerdy big