Orc Books Novels & Stories

Inside lay a single, pearl-white pill. "A humble gift," he said. "For the First Princess." Someone in the crowd recognized it instantly and gasped. "That's the Ouroboros' Orb!" I glanced over, then lowered my eyes. The Ouroboros' Orb was the Snake Clan's most legendary relic—a treasure so deadly to obtain, it was said to demand a life in exchange. But its power was unmatched: it could obliterate old meridians and forge new ones, catapulting one's spiritual strength to unimaginable heights.

On the way, I took in more of the fair. Here and there among the humans, I could spot ‘Others’ veiled in subtle glamours or hidden behind carnival masks. One orc had painted a crude third eye on his forehead. Just strange enough to misdirect the humans. Just ordinary enough to pass. The tents were a riot of colors, each one sheltering some “wonder” from the magical world: A monkey’s paw, supposedly lucky. A dragon’s tooth, obviously 3D printed… looked more like a dinosaur molar.

Before West can stop me and hold the oracle's hand. I am transported into a dimension. This is the library. I look around and saw her. She was cleaning the books. As I approach her there were two creatures wearing a cloak. “Help!” she shouted as she’s trying to free herself from them. As long as I wanted to help her but I can’t touch them. I gasp as they forcedly opened the oracle’s mouth. A green light came out and was swallowed by one of them. They g=hand the oracle upside down and leave the note.

They like other animals more and treat them better. If they knew that immortals like us entered their sacred village, they’d surely be angry and attack us. Seeing this village for myself, I realized that the things I learned from reading recorded history in books aren’t accurate at all. Orcs are painted as creatures that doesn’t know anything other than killing and violence. But they are clearly just like any others. They are very hard-working and affectionate individuals. Each one of them has their own responsibilities as part of their community and family. Children orcs are especially cute, with their little protruding ears and bright green color. It’s also fascinating how their green eyes

Without looking to Owen for confirmation, I say, “We do. Please, explain.” She opens her bag and removes a few tattered paperbacks. The spines are unreadable, they’ve been cracked in so many places. One is missing a cover. All of them have a forest of neon tabs jutting out from their sides. I hear Hannah’s audible gasp of delight and admiration. I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for the brand, style, and inventory number of the tabs. “Our pack is so obsessed with the story of our origins, that we ignore the story of our ending.” She opens one of the books and it lays flat, pages perilously close to falling out. There’s a woodcut illustration of Fenrir devouring Odin.

Orora stopped playing with the plants and turned around to face Collen. "Let me check on that!" She immediately teleported to get some books from the library but also came back when she noticed we didn't follow. "Oh! Come on, guys. Don't be stiff and laid back!" We all got up and followed her, groaning. In a snap, we were now inside of Alaric's enormous library. Orora began summoning the books she needed, and they started flying and floating. Some were dropped on the floor while others were slammed on the table.

so much so that he decided to get off from John’s back of comfortability and skipped ahead in front of everyone else to where Orb was to ask… Naraja: “Soooo~ Orb what exactly is the “Red Book Of Memories”, is it a book that holds all kinds of secret cool awesome powers in it, huh~?” Orb: “Access Denied.” Naraja: “What the--! Oh! Now you wanna say something else besides “Would you like to keep going”. Tell me what the hell the “Red Book Of Memories” is like, pretty please~ with a cherry on top~?” Orb: “Access. Denied.”

“Our history, how we started our path. That book is a grimoire, a spell book if you will. It holds every spell, curse, potion or summons that the Owens witches knew.” Ivy looked at the page then back at her aunt her eyes narrowed. “Owens? But you, Lucile and mum are all Joneses. Why is Owens so important?” She asked with irritation. Standing back from the book and her aunt. Ivy folded her arms across her chest. Watching her aunts face carefully watching her expressions, assessing everything her aunt did from now on.

I sat on small wooden stool that was present inside, since Draco was not back yet , I decided to go though my bag, I pulled out all four books that was written by my grandmother on Dark Creatures, Spells, poison and lastly DRAGONS, each of this book included all detail information on spell, method, about ghost, warewolf, sorceress , way to tackle them and many more things, tree books included every detail on other supernatural things while one entire book was dedicated to Dragon. Out of curiosity, I picked up dragon book and started reading from beginning, I only finished two page when I felt someone’s presence behind me, I rapidly turned but found no one right. ‘THUD… THUD….’ two wooden pla

"I just, I get lonely sometimes." I turned to look at him. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Liam scoffed. "Orc's do not have girlfriends or old ladies. Sex is a battle." I leveled a look at him. "And what if the girl orc gets pregnant? What does she do?" "Well, she goes back to her female orc pack and raises the child. If it is a boy, he joins a male pack when he is of age." "That all sounds very... unemotional." He gave me a sideways look. "Orcs are not good with emotions."