Orc Gods Novels & Stories

Alec said looking between Louise and I. I sigh. This shouldn’t be hard to tell them but I’m nervous. What if they look at us differently. I know being an oracle is a blessing from the Moon Goddess but some people don’t see it that way. “Louise and I are oracles.” I blurted out. Better to get it out than prolong the elevatable. “What?” Dean and Alec say at the same time. “How is that possible? There hasn’t been an oracle for decades.” I heard Robbie mutter.

Looking up, she saw the phantoms clashing against the newly arrived griffins—the phantoms wreaking havoc along their way as their slimy-looking yellowish skin glistened under the rising sun while their long swirling tongues dripped with the werewolves’ blood. Soleyah was too familiar to them. In that tunnel, she had seen these creatures. They were mindless and weak, no matter how many they were. Different from crawlers, skinwalkers, and phantoms, orcs were created by Merlin. She had fought with them along the way to the place she sought so she knew how easy it was to kill them, but seeing that the sparse werewolves were being pushed back—she knew that quantity mattered.

(Holgun Iron Horn) “I guess so?…let’s just wait…..hold on, who the is the Bishop again?…”. “it’s Bishop Agabo….an Orc high shaman…”.(Holgun Iron Horn) “Oh…it’s him…that guy is cool…”. If it’s Bishop Agabo and he is an Orc High Shaman, then it is fine. After all, an Orc High Shaman or just Orc Shaman in general, all of them were just a bunch of constantly high on drug, folks. That is right, Orc Shaman is just a bunch of wise old orc that smokes a lot of mushroom and drugs and always chill about everything. But even thought they were amongst the carefree bunch these Shaman were still bulked with muscle and abnormally strong, as by their own words, their power comes from their strong connection

What’s more frightening than an orc with huge biceps? Intelligence. This specific orc can talk and understand human language. When it starts to grin, my skin starts to crawl. “So, pretty one, have you come here to offer yourself to me?”

After receiving a proof that a necromancer was indeed hidden on the Akashia Village, the Maelies gave an order to twenty Light Oracles to kill the whole tribe. These Light Oracles are the personal Army of the Royal Bloodline, consisting of people who can manipulate two to three elements and combine them to make a new element of their own. One Light Oracle's strength is always leveled 10 times more than a normal element user so wiping the Akashians is of no difficulty for them.

“Ozul is the name of a God. Specifically, God of the Shadows.” Draco snarled loudly, though it wasn’t aimed in my direction. For some odd reason, he was snarling at Orion. With a scathing look, he stomped from the room and slinked down the hall, his raised hackles disappearing from sight. I stood there blinking and gawking at them until Azrael’s words slid past my thick skull. No one spoke. No one breathed. Even Orion’s blistering rage seemed to be taking a pause. “Let me get this straight. You had the God of Shadows prisoner in your basement and didn’t know it?”

Evelyn has seen mages, elves, dragons, giants, and goblins in this other world, but not demons. Demons are a collective term for all the foul and unclean demons of the Abyss that grow in the Old Realm, cut off from all time and space, and are the offspring of the Old Gods. Thousands of years ago, the Old Gods were overthrown by the New Gods and banished to the Old Realm, and it is the New God system that the off-world continent Evelyn is on believes in.

Four souls, entwined by fate's decree, A woman, three men, bound by destiny. Reborn they are, from lives before, In ancient hearts, a long-lost lore. The oracle, with eyes aglow, Her power stirs, the winds shall blow. Her vision sharp, the world she sees, The god of gods, brought to her knees. When she ascends, in strength unbound, The dark will rise from under ground. Her mates, they walk beside her flame, Their souls as one, they share her name. Through cycles lost, through time and strife,

✦ ✦ ✦ The Warlord Eternal did not look like what she had expected. She had expected immensity something that bent space around it, something that made the room feel wrong. What stepped through the air of the sanctum looked like a man in his later years, silver-haired, with eyes that were the same ember-red as Kael's and a face of absolute, weathered calm. He looked at Seren with the dispassionate assessment of a craftsman examining a piece of work that had gotten out of hand. "The oracle," he said. His voice was what she had expected low, vast, something that resonated in the walls. "I see why."

Riordan’s eyes gleamed with hope and stared at Thomas for a long time. To increase Riordan’s confidence in him, Thomas added, “Aside from the identity that I mentioned earlier, I am also the God of War from the west coast, in charge of thousands of troops. I believe I am capable enough to solve your problem.”