Orc God Novels & Stories

the demon god replied. "What do you mean not part of the lycan?" asked Orlando, lifting his face and staring at the horned wolf statue. "You will find answers later." The horned wolf statue's eyes returned to normal—no more bright red light. "Goodbye, demon god." Orlando prostrated again as a form of respect for the demon god's departure. Orlando stood up. He was still thinking about what the demon god had just said. "Is there anyone in this kingdom who isn't part of the Lycans?" he muttered to himself. Suddenly, his mind went straight to Alexa.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

The feeling was like nothing else I’ve ever experienced and it made me whelp out loud. “Fuck,” I breathed out as his finger went to my clit. He moved his tongue at the same speed as his finger and I was gone, my pussy was aching for his dick again. I threw my head back and grabbed his head with both hands. Getting deeper his hand on my thigh got tighter and I jumped up. “Dimitri!” I shouted my orgasm coming back down. I fell back and I opened my eyes and saw him above me. Fuck this man!

The Fairy’s Dragon Guardian Chapter 36: Gorrum and the Olma Crystal’s POV Before entering the gates, Draven gave us a masking spell that would hide our smell from the orcs. Although they are known to be affectionate towards other creatures, they don’t have the same reaction towards immortals like us. Since orcs don’t have the ability to shapeshift and stay in their true form, almost all of the immortals despise them for their outward appearance. That is why orcs don’t feel that close to others. They like other animals more and treat them better.

(Corporal Amanda) “Understood…...…”.(Specialist Oghar) The appearance of Specialist Oghar were something that no one have ever expected at all, and it instilled fear on every single soul that looked at him, especially the villagers, why, it is because Specialist Oghar is a 2 meter tall, muscly, scarred face, Orc. A well known fierce and blood thirsty race that always instilled fear to any known human. But despite what they known about Orc, that they were barbaric and just bare bodied the entire time. Specialist Oghar, were just an opposite of what they known, he is neat in appearance and also very articulate and well mannered, like a gentlemen and the way he was working on that t

There are seven Oracles in the Lycaon palace, but one of them was the most powerful and closest to the moon goddess as everyone believed. Her name is Cordelia. She was a popular oracle, talked about around all werewolf and Lycan packs. As we approached her shrine, goose bumps started to creep up my skin, along with a banging headache. I started to panic. Ever since the incident where Draven got shot, I haven’t had this recurring headache. I wanted to believe it was gone forever but as I started to feel the pain, fear crept in.

Aria continued to talk while I sat there brewing. ‘So, Ogrun the orc god gave his green-skinned, tusked people the gift of great strength and bravery. Never would you meet an orc that would flee in the face of danger. Danger triggers excitement and adrenaline in an orc, which explains their love of fighting. Cerridwen gave her people the gift of casting spells, and Valkrim gave his people the advantage of speed and immortality. Unlike the other magical beings, his thrive from drinking blood, just like he does.

At the end of the ceremony, he and all the other goblins bowed down to Ahmet and swear to serve him. This new deity was known all over the continent. The appearance of the red moon is evidence of the evolution of a creature, and the aura he unleash was felt by everyone. This led to the gathering of all the goblins villages around his village and pledge allegiance to him, and from here the kingdom of the Orcs was born.

One by one, they vanished into the portal, leaving behind the ruins, their sense of victory, their wounded pride… and the god now awakening in full. They emerged deep in the warded frost wood at the other side, the only safe haven they had left. The air was bitter and still. Aaron laid Ophelia on a stone altar beneath a tree shimmering faintly with runes. Her breath was shallow, her aura flickering violently between the void darkness and searing light. Aaron knelt beside her, gripping her hand as if it might vanish. He watched her being torn apart over and over and over again. “She’s still fighting,” the Oracle whispered, brushing her icy fingers against Ophelia’s brows. “But the heart's ene

Corvu peaks his head around the corner, but what he was so frightened of? He turns to face me, now he’s really close, “Because I think they’re after you.” I didn’t like the sound of that. “‘They’ who?” I whisper. Gecko peaks around on the other side of Corvu, “Orcs.” He barely manages to say aloud. Orcs were something I at least recognised the name of. Peering around the bricks with Corvu I see that they aren’t quite what I know them to be. I know Orcs to be big gnarly creatures, usually humanoid in shape but with tusks and walked around in near prehistoric garb. But these creatures didn’t just have tusks, they had a whole bottom jaw of protruding teeth, gnarly clawed fingers and they seemed