Orc Heritage Armor Quest Novels & Stories

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

I asked him because I was still confused by what was happening. "That was the relic." His straight answer made my forehead furrow even more. "The relic to exit the dream dimension. You accidentally fell into the mirror of dreams where you cannot escape if you have darkness within you. That was only a relic to escape and not the relic you need to summon the weapon." He answered me and I don't know how I feel. I felt I was tricked. I seem to get angry and cry for no reason this time.

"Then let me earn a reward now." We stopped at a stall heaped with furs—rich pelts from the northern ranges, black and silver and deep russet. The merchant, a grizzled old wolf with missing teeth, eyed Cain warily. "Choose one," Cain said, gesturing. "Something that suits you." I ran my fingers over the pelts, feeling the softness. "You're buying me a fur? How traditional." "I'm buying you armor." He picked up a black pelt, the fur so deep it seemed to swallow light. "When you wear this, the pack will know you're mine. Not owned—claimed. There's a difference."

"Audrey, what's taking you so long? What kind of stunt is he pulling this time?" Mom and Dad walked in right behind them. Audrey completely tuned them out, wrapping her arms tightly around my body and staring at me blankly, looking utterly devastated. Beside her, Ethan held my hand and sobbed. "Noah isn't going to die," Dad said with a cold sneer, glaring at my body like I was a total stranger. "Owen said he'd seen it with his own eyes. He learned some kind of black magic back in that village, something about bringing the dead back to life. This is just him stealing our life expectancy!"

Elroy was concerned. “Let’s make a deal, stay still then I won't have to leave you to the fate awaiting you.” Elroy nodded to avoid further implications while the maiden tried unlocking the shackles holding his hands. Not quite long from when she had opened the shackle a Soldier stepped in, clad in dark-blue leather armor with a large four-point white star crested at the chest region; Elroy recognized this one thing - how he knew he wondered - the capital armor for a soldier of Riana.

It clearly indicated that he had some secrets. “As an early-stage Aureate Immortal, you’re nothing much.” Kiran sneered and revealed a radiant armor. “Chromatic Armor!” Caelum’s expression instantly darkened. It was a famous armor of Frosthaven Sect that could resist powerful immortal essence, allowing Kiran to fight beyond his level. This was troublesome. “I didn’t think the intruder Jack mentioned would be you...” Kiran sneered and sent a signal to notify Louis and the other disciples outside the trial grounds.

Yehria steadied her breathing and conjured three shiny energy balls before her. Then, she cast the energy balls in James’ direction. James found the answers to his questions after he scanned the energy balls with his Zen. The Waitara Path’s soul spirit had given Yehria three items: the Xaadcel Armor, the Lyonors Crown, and the Jeltjorum Shoes. The Xaadcel Armor could be used to conceal the user’s aura and keep their identity secret.

However, on the night of my 18th birthday, the first crack started to form in my carefully-crafted armor. I'd just gotten off work from the graveyard shift and was on my way back to my dormitory when I ran into a group of drunk street thugs. Just as they were about to force me to my wits' end, Vernon suddenly appeared out of nowhere. After chasing off the thugs, he gathered me in his arms even though my knee was bleeding from earlier. His hug threw me completely off guard. It felt like the strange yet familiar warmth of a father's hug—big, strong, and safe.

Filled with glowing items. Blue mana crystals. Red health shards. Weapons that pulsed with enchantment. Armor made from dragon scales. It was a dragon's hoard. And it was all free. "Jackpot," Arielle whispered. Sera sniffed a pile of dried herbs. She sneezed. Arielle walked down the aisles. She wasn't looking for weapons. She had claws. She wasn't looking for armor. She had Void skin. She was looking for fuel. She found it in the back.

With so many of them distracted like this, I could probably get closer. As I make my way down the boulder and around behind a tent facing inward of the forest, I overhear someone speak as the crowded cheer dies down. “My kin, we’re but moments away from making our day in history.” As the last word is spoken, many begin to cheer once more. Lifting a piece of the back of the tent up I notice there is no one inside, so sneaking under I am able to hide and see what was going on. Now that I had a closer look, I can see the Orc that was speaking. His skin was a much darker purple than the others, and through the sparks from the fire I could see that he was heavily tattooed with black ink. Unlike m