Orc Books Novels & Stories

His hands clutched at the wound, blood seeping between his fingers. "The oath is broken," Darius whispered. Lancelot fell. Darius stepped over his body, then dragged it by his hand and approached the vault. He placed Alpha Lancelot's palm against the runes. They flared, screamed, then went dark. The iron doors swung open. Inside, on a pedestal of black stone, rested the Orb. It was not large—no bigger than a human skull—but it pulsed with light that was not light. Colors that did not exist. Power that made my teeth ache. Darius reached out and took it.

“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.”

Vaelspire Keep, The Forbidden Vault The Vault doors groaned open, revealing shelves lined with tomes bound in skin and bone. All the ancient and forbidden books of the old were stored and recorded there. Books with knowledge too ancient, too powerful, and useful to their enemies were stored here. Alaric stepped inside, torch in hand, his eyes scanning until they found the one he needed. It read, Bloodborne Bonds: Curses, Hybrids, and Abominations. He flipped through the pages, stopping when he saw an illustration that made his heart freeze.

Game over. She looked around the small study for numbers. It took her a while to see them because they were hidden as Orenic letters—small markings her father must have engraved by hand on the leather spine of the books. She matched the first dice to the Orenic numbering system he used and found the book. It was in all other ways identical to the other books on the shelves. From the second dice, she got the next number—the page in the book.

"Maybe Orna used some kind of magic to make you forget." "Maybe. But I remember the story now. I remember Orna telling me that new things start from destruction. She was obsessed with that book. It had a dark brown leather cover that looked like it was a dragon's skin. It was different than the normal books. She always carried it with her and sometimes she read it to me. Only to me," I said as I remembered the nights she read stories to me. I was besotted with Orna. She was my cool aunt. I loved her and I was sure she loved me. Maybe she never did. "I was small. I was around seven or eight. The same age as Lili when she started reading the book to me. It was interesting. She would tell the s

Anatoli asked. Without turning to them, Orcenal grabbed something from his bag. He showed it to them, making them squint in displeasure. It was a book. Orcenal found it inside Harriet’s room this morning. The book was the prophecy from the other world, and the title was... [The Crown’s Diamond]. Anatoli and Ayja immediately stood back up and approached him. When they were about to reach and observe the book, Orcenal threw it to the raging fireplace.

Ivonne's pov The room was filled with towering stacks of books and strange artifacts I didn't recognise, Artifacts like dark curved stones, glass bottles with light that seemed to breathe inside them, coiled metallic ropes on carved wooden stands. Elara had pulled all of it from the deepest stores of the Lycan realm, and now the collection made the room feel both sacred and suffocating at the same time. I sat cross-legged on the mat, eyes closed, sweating through what had to be the most exhausting ritual the Oracle had walked me through yet. By the time she told me to open my eyes, I felt like I had run for miles.

I replied, “I have a couple issues with that question. One, I didn’t just bring my magic; I brought myself too. Two, I was asked to come here to improve the relationship between shifters and humans. I am here to see if we can put an end to poaching. I had no intention of even using my magic. Get over yourself. I’m not even a witch.” He tilted his head as if he was perplexed by me, “You say you are not a witch, but you have magic. What are you then?” I replied, “I’m not telling you a thing until I know who I am talking to.” He stepped back and let out a laugh, “I do apologize, my name is Rubeus Saruman. Most people around here call me Rube. Who, may I ask, are you?” I replied, “I am Chloe Ber

she jested with a smirk on her lips. "One thing young man," she turned to Orland. "I do remember from awhile back that you are heavily trained in necromancy. You were one of the few I did take note of, so, where were you from?" "Legrenz Village, my Lady," although his face clearly displays puzzlement, Orland chose to respond right away. "The infamous graveyard, if I'm not mistaken." "It is, my Lady." 'Graveyard, people live in that kind of place!?' Tristan could not believe it himself, how do people manage to inhabit such dreadful and lifeless setting?

He knew Oreon was too far gone to listen. Kornel simply walked to the other side of the massive bookshelf and began pulling books down, searching with the same desperate intensity as his Alpha. Oreon ignored him. He ignored the Gamma who had betrayed him to save an assassin. He focused only on the leather spines. "History of the Northern Wars... no. Treatise on Economy... no." He threw them. The room was filling with the debris of knowledge. "You are hysterical," Abram sneered, regaining some of his composure now that Oreon’s back was turned. "You are proving the Council right, nephew. You are unstable. Tearing apart your own home because a criminal lied to you?"