Orc Gods Novels & Stories

says mother in desperation. I stand there in shock as I’m hit with wave after wave of shocking information. It’s like truth vomit just pouring out of my mother without an end in sight. The story I thought I knew about my animai being the first sanguidae ended up being so much worse. I’m somehow paying for some love triangle among three Gods that resulted in Gods being killed and cursed. The very Orraikam I protect, the remnants of Fretez’s magic, only exists because a Goddess thought screwing over two other Gods would be amusing. I’ve always defended the Gods, but fucking hell, no wonder most people hate them. We’re all suffering because of their petty fucking drama. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

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?

“We want to make amends. We’ve caused immeasurable harm, and while we can’t undo the past, we can choose to stop the bloodshed.” As the meeting progressed, Rayka and Sylvester pressed for more details. Orlen revealed that the leader of the new faction, known only as Malchor, had been using fear and desperation to rally his forces. He had promised them salvation but delivered only chaos and destruction. “We were nothing more than pawns,” Orlen admitted, her voice heavy with regret. “He used our loyalty against us.” Rayka’s eyes narrowed. The name Malchor stirred a memory, a shadowy figure mentioned in whispers and legends. “Malchor... he’s more than just a warlord, isn’t he?”

James said. He grinned at Gary's grim expression and then continued, "Riley's father ... that William Mackenzie is the most powerful god of war ever. So, how could someone like Evan De Kruk whose name I don't even remember be able to defeat Riley?"

Besides, there were no pirates who would die unyieldingly. What surprised Christine most was that Knight Eric Bernard had actually brought back a pair of twin fox girls. (According to the setting of this book) Orcs are what humans call them. Internally they call themselves 'Beasts' and are divided into dozens and hundreds of small races such as Lionmen, Tigermen, Leopardmen, Foxmen, Catmen and Rabbitmen.

Others tried to fight back, but I tightened my grip, breaking bones as easily as snapping twigs. One of the sea warriors broke free, rushing toward me with a blade glowing blue. Before he could swing, I waved my hand, and the earth beneath him shot up like a spear. It impaled him clean through the chest, lifting him off the ground. Blood dripped down the sharp pillar of stone as his eyes dimmed. Then I raised my head , and the actual enemies of the night were walking forward. The three goddesses that this war was against. Calypso, Lyraxys and Calantha.

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

It felt like the end of all things. “This is the fate awaiting the world if the being destined to set it in motion is not stopped,” the Oracles said in perfect unison. Araheen was the first to break from the trance. Her voice was calm, but her eyes held tension. “Who are you referring to, Mother Oracle?” The ethereal Oracle raised her translucent hand toward the sphere. And from the depths of its swirling darkness, a winged creature emerged—rising from fire, cloaked in black and gold scales.

"Then speak with Lord Gray. He’ll know where to send the witches—he always knows where the greedy mortals hide." At the name, Orcus’s grin widened. "Ah… Lord Gray. He sold me his soul long ago through one of your ancestors. In exchange, I gave him longevity and power. I cannot wait to strip it from him when his time ends." His laugh cracked through the air like lightning. "Then it was you who cursed him," I accused. "To never recognize the love of his life, even as she walks beside him."

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.