Orc God Novels & Stories

Achilles eyes widened at Helga. “I thought that was just a myth!” he gasped. Helga shook her head. “No, he was a Demi-God by blessing, not by birth. He could wield magic despite being a vampire and his blood held more power than any spell or potion ever could.” Seraphina ignored their talking and continued hunting around the room for a dagger, she was becoming frustrated now as she couldn’t seem to find one anywhere. “Have either of you seen a dagger?” she threw her arms up in frustration. Helga picked up a dagger from the station where Seraphina had been preparing the potion, “Here you go,” she said sheepishly. Seraphina gave her an apologetic smile and went back to her concoction of herbs.

The last thing he wanted to do was be trapped in a cave that was dedicated to the God of Chaos. But it was worse than just that. These glyphs said that this was the God's first home. According to the legends that Jinx had grown up hearing, that meant this was the Cave of Emergence. This was the spot where the God of Chaos, the patron deity of the Orangelo toms, had first emerged from the Void to walk the earth. This was a place of power, but not the nice kind that could be drawn on and molded. No one other than the God himself should mess about with the chaos that was associated with the Trickster.

After comparison, he knew that they were not beings of this world, or even this universe. "I tried searching through their minds and souls. They call themselves the Orck race. They have bear people and wolf people… They're made up of beasts and half-beasts. It seems they're coming here for Chase." Norm was a Supreme Elder of the Evil Shadow Sect, and he was very good at mind and soul techniques. He knew how to use the Soul Searching Technique well. However, the Orck warriors were too low-level. He could only obtain minimal information. When everyone heard that they were coming for Chase, it piqued their curiosity. Were they Chase's past enemies coming for revenge?

Every year, The Light Council does business with the Barbarians and the Orcs, exchanging for rare and precious resources. "The Barbarians and the Orcs? Tell us more." Gideon set down his glass and pulled Winter into his arms without hesitation. Winter leaned against his firm, warm chest. Orabella said, "The Barbarians and the Orcs are among the top tribes of Asgard Plains. "The Orcs aren't like the half-human, half-beast hybrids from the movies. Instead, they're clans that coexist with beasts. You could say the Orcs is a broad term. Any human-beast cohabiting group can be called Orcs.

At this point, Morgott sighed, “According to our guess, Xanthakos has three lives. I took one, so he has at least two left. “As for Waitara Pathʼs soul spirit, his current power should be comparable to Xanthakos. The newly absorbed power of the Caeloros God of Garuda should give you a worthy opponent. “Be careful. He can appear unexpectedly anywhere, as this is his domain.” With that, Morgott transformed into a purple-gold spear shadow and disappeared into the void. Seeing this, Quintus sighed, realizing it was too late to change anything. He turned to look at James helplessly.

Marcus obeyed, his heart racing as he entered the circle of light. As he stood within the orb's glow, Marcus felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if the boundaries between his reality and the unseen were thinning, merging in a dance of whispers and shadows. The seer's eyes held his, their depths swirling with ancient wisdom. "The oracle is... obscured," she murmured, her words a solemn revelation. "There is a darkness, a presence that eludes even my sight. Something malevolent has entered your pack." Marcus's brow furrowed in frustration. "Can you not see who or what it is?" he asked, his voice laced with urgency.

No, I refused to accept that ending. Vulk snarled savagely beneath my skin, equally desperate to reach our mate before the corruption consumed him completely. The wind around us suddenly shifted again and the Oracle lifted both hands slowly toward the night sky, and instantly the heavens answered. Silver light spread across the desert like liquid moonlight. Every warrior stiffened because the air itself vibrated with divine power. “What is happening?” Drew muttered hoarsely beside me. The Oracle’s glowing eyes remained fixed on the sky. “The Deadwood no longer belongs to nature,” she said calmly. “Darkness corrupted it long ago.” Her gaze slowly lowered toward us. “You will need the Moon God

Black smoke began to emerge from the mirror. Harold’s happiness gave way to discomfort as he saw another face appear in the mirror. It was the face of Oculus, the mighty demon of destruction whose existence had been bestowed upon his family like a curse. He was his ancestor but owing to everything he had done, the elders had locked him away in the Undead Realm, an alternate dimension for the undead. Harold remembered the day he had made a deal with the devil. Oculus had spent several life-times looking for someone in his blood-line who would free him of his suffering and he reached out to Harold on a day when Harold needed his help.

"Last time I checked I didn't agree to any of this!" But nobody seemed to hear me. "What do you think, my good Hora?" Tepi turned to the green-skinned Oracle. The Oracle pulled the hood of his black cloak, giving us a full view of his terrifying face, which was a lot more terrifying than ever. The Hora's curved fangs resembled a pair of elephant's tusks, sticking out of his thick dark-green lips. His eyes were red and slightly glowing like burning coals. The Oracle might give me nightmares for weeks on end after this.

Isaac strained his ears to hear, but was unable to pick up more than a few words. This was soon overtaken by the rich tones of another voice, echoing through the broken walls, from above and below. Everywhere and nowhere. "I am the lord of fire who lives on truth, The Lord of Eternity, Maker of Chaos, against whom the otherworldly serpents have not rebelled. I am the God in his shrine, The Lord of Slaughter, who calms the storm. Let darkness fall." The ground roared as steam rose in vast clouds, melting the skin from the faces of the fallen corpses, dissolving their features and bone into nothing.