Orc God Novels & Stories

Orion went through the enchantment, followed by Amora and Nicholas. The creature in front of me turned to see the commotion, letting out a heavy breath. “More disturbances,” he whispered to himself. He finally turned to me to answer my long-awaited question. “I’m Sugha son of Eman,… an Orc.”

He regarded the oracle as an existence like a zombie and thought that they must have the origin of the Corpse Core. Now he knew that these guys were at most a little higher than ghosts. When dealing with this type of thing, the powerful vigor could directly seriously injure the other party! This was the same logic as how strong people with qi and blood were able to stay away from ghosts and gods in the secular world. "The Godly Finger of Cruor!" After learning how to deal with the oracle, the corners of Caspian's mouth curled into a smile. He shouted in a low voice and raised his finger.

Chaos remembered that in the past he remembers seeing candles in the room where he was, but now there were no candles, it was just darkness. "And that's pretty much what Orcs are… I think they pray to a pair of twin gods, who represent Orcs and Goblins, but I don't know much else. Master Ainz was never interested in Orcs and only saw them as lowly insects," chuckled Belphegor. "Why are they coming here then?" asked Chaos. He didn't intend to not eat the Orcs, he was merely curious. "Oh, that's because Master Ainz once stole their treasures, the Totem of their Gods, and used them as alchemy materials to craft your heart, my lord," said Belphegor.

"The god of darkness and chaos, followed by his mad faithful exiles to Cynemon." "That's what the history books say," Elhias laughed, seeing his confidence. "Werod was never a deity, he passed himself off as such, but he is only an entity born during the creation of the world and men. An entity so powerful that it makes the goddess Waruld tremble." He then concluded with his gaze lost in the void. "The goddess? Are you a religious fanatic?" asked Taryn, raising an eyebrow. "Don't you believe in the Gods?" Elhias turned to look at her, her gray eyes inspecting her.

That five-year-old girl glanced at me. “Who are you, Ma’am? Are you our new teacher?” Gosh! The short display of her powers pounded my heart against my chest. I was aghast to meet an oracle at this academy. Yes! On oracle! Being rare among magical creatures, the oracles were the special kind of warlocks with the ability to see anyone’s future. They were often mistaken as no-mag because of their weak aura. A few decades ago, most of their covens were slaughtered by Vampires, almost ending their race. It was the Moon Goddess’s blessing that their lineage continued after that bloodshed.

After using my energy to keep the road to the Oracle open long enough to make it to our final destination, I will likely need to rest before I can make the trip back home again, especially since Rosalynd and I are not formally joined. Second, the Oracle is not a particularly pleasant entity to encounter. There is nothing about the oracle that resembles “people”, as it is a creature beyond basic corporeal form. It is pure universal energy. Because of its nature, it doesn’t see a good reason to trap itself within a single, solid host, which can be a bit disturbing for those of us with only one form. Even among our kind, the oracle is seen as something beyond our comprehension, as to be unrelat

Her hair, as usual, was wild, and an apron was tied to her waist with purple bruises all over her body as she lit up the candles. Each one had a carved symbol of a blood moon on its body. The candle represented something ominous in the pack. Only witches used it for rituals. She was definitely not going to sacrifice or hell drink my blood. Whatever witches did these days. The light from the candle made it easier to see my pimp’s face. Her eyes were closed tight and her hands lifted up in a prayer. “Sanguis… Vinctum… Aperire…” She said in a strange language. My eyes caught a painting of two werewolves drawn near a blood moon with a girl in the middle with fierce eyes.

Golden divine blood dripped onto the dark veins of the stone. "Lord of the Underworld, Hades." "I swear on my name as the Goddess of Wisdom. I offer you a soul contract." The dark veins erupted with dense black energy. A deep, rasping voice, cold beyond measure, echoed through my mind. "As you wish, my bride."

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

That the orc would burst through my protection, fingers clutching and jaws growling. But the silver radiance was the force of a goddess, and it was as though it grasped hold of the orc and launched it with the strength of Freyja herself. The orc flew into the air, smashing into others behind it. Righting themselves, the creatures crouched on all fours, hissing like monsters. Instead of attacking again, the orc bent their heads together, and my expectations that they were mindless beings faded like smoke. Cursed and skeletal as they were, some of the warriors they’d once been remained.