Orc Gods Novels & Stories

I was going to take every stone, every secret from this cursed place and make it mine. We ventured deeper into the rift’s scarred valley, and that’s when we heard them—low growls, followed by heavy, clawed steps echoing against stone. Then they emerged. A tide of orcs poured from the mist, their green-gray skin marred with jagged black scars and mana corruption. Their eyes glowed white. Magic-fused. Twisted by the rift’s power. They charged. I didn’t wait for orders.

“The ones your mother used to tell you and your brothers when you were younger?” “Which ones?” Alex pushed further, leaning against the bookshelf, unsure of where this conversation was headed. He had never seen this side of his father. “The ones of the old Gods and Goddesses,” Kevin chimed in, his eyes distant as he stared out of the window, looking at the sunset. “The Old Gods?” Alex repeated a confused look clouding his eyes. “Yes, like Odin, Loki, Eir, Freya...” Kevin answered, “do you remember the ones I’m talking about? Do you know the stories?”

The king spoke, "We need to find Sophie as soon as possible. Because if Sophie is really in Zack's hands, she's really in danger. Because Zack might be doing the onerex right now," Onerex? What's that? This is the first time I've heard those words. "What onerex are you talking about, father?" Drake asked. "Onerex is a ritual performed on half-vampire creatures," said the king. "To the legendary goddesses who are half vampires," said Alexa.

Amelia sat mesmerized as Elara spoke, her words weaving a tapestry of ancient prophecies and forgotten lore. The Oracle, a lineage of powerful women who held the key to the fate of the Lycan Kingdom, a lineage that stretched back centuries, was now her legacy. Elara explained that the Oracle's power was not just about seeing the future, but about shaping it. It was a force that could heal, protect, and even manipulate the very fabric of reality. But with such power came great responsibility, and a constant threat from those who would seek to control it for their own selfish ends.

*Then taso uses his skill space corridor so no one can hear, and the space was like heaven only a massive field of white-colored space* Now, tell me what do you mean by a great war, darling? I'll tell you everything, soon there will be a great war we all the gods vs all the anti-gods we called them breakers because they can break all the law of omnipotent only a massive amount of omnipotent power can stop them, and we made a council it named the council of the 10 great supreme gods and the strongest of us is my father the god of everynity, Deus Saya, he is the strongest god, and he is titled the supreme God-king my father holds everything in the multiverse

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.

His senses on high alert as he hesitantly leaned over the doorframe to see a tall figure with black hair dancing around in the Kitchen with weird steps. His eyebrows furrowed as he took in the dressing of this supposed churail, she was dressed in a pair of plazo pants and a sweatshirt. She turned around and started screaming upon seeing him. At once he knew this was no churail, only person had a voice this horrible in tht family and that was Zoya. He doubted if her horrible voice had scared the actual jinns away or not. He rolled his eyes but when her screams turned into full blown curses, he took hurried steps to shut her mouth with his hand before she could wake everyone up.

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.

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.

“This child was not meant to carry three. You have done him a great injustice.” Gabriel stepped forward. “We did not—” “Silence.” She looked at Gabriel now, frowning. “You should have known better. The signs were always there. And yet you let the Weaver take root?” “I didn't know he’d awakened,” Gabriel said quietly. “You should have.” Dorian clutched Elias tighter. “Can you help him?” The Oracle slowly circled the group, eyes glowing brighter. “The Weaver of Ends… the third vessel, A devourer of godhood. A spirit that consumed dying gods during the War of Sundering… he sleeps now, but not for long.”