Orc Hunter Novels & Stories

“What we’ve been ordered to. What about you?” “I’m looking for Elron. Have you seen him?” A green-skinned creature with a stone club in his hand lumbered closer to Hal. Hal pointed into the night toward the chaos. “I think I may have seen him, and several others go that way.” The creature looked at Hal in confusion for a moment, nodded, and then lumbered off. They didn’t have time to stop and discuss this situation and how it unfolded. But Ian couldn’t help but wonder who this Elron was to these people. They needed to know the names of the Fae in control of this hunt.

He twirls his fingers and I turn, seeing a huge wolf running towards me. “Titus, shift!” Marcus shouts from behind me, and I shift into Orion. He wastes no time running towards this wolf and clashes with it. Orion grips the wolf around the snout and bites down, and the wolf whimpers. Orion doesn’t release it until he bites harder. Hearing teeth and bone crunch makes us want to rip it to shreds and taste it’s blood.

He might not have many skills at his disposal but there was one final trick up his sleeve. “Urum!” Zen summoned. Unlike Mandy’s summoning talisman, Zen had never tried using the Orc Token he received. The ghost of the orc general rose from the dead and summoned his fallen army with him. Together, the mighty general tackled the Minotaur while Benjamin scrambled out of their path with Jessica’s support. Zen healed the moderately injured couple and waited for the magicians to land the finishing blow.

Just as the second one arrived, their auras twisted with a purple glow, bringing on a perfect match. My eyes darted around the room. He must be here. I saw the back of a dark blonde head turn and walk off. I left my drink at the bar then pushed past the crowd. I kept my eyes locked on the man. If I could move fast enough, I could catch him. A man with tusked teeth and hard blue skin stepped in my way. I pushed past him. He grabbed my arm and spun me around, tearing my eyes away from my target. "What's the hurry, little lady?" The orc asked.

“ I found out a few things that are a bit odd and concerning. It turns out the pack they are registering is called Ash Wood and has many supernaturals not just Werewolves. They also have many Spell-casters, Vampires and even have Hunters in their so called pack!” I jumped up from my chair in a rage, “What? Not only do they not care one bit about letting other supernaturals join them! They even have the fucking audacity to let in Hunters? Those Jerk-Offs are nothing but self righteous murderers! Any supernatural who considers any of their ilk a friend is simply a traitor!” When I had only been two years old my mother had been brutally killed by Hunters from The Order of Orion. It was thanks t

Her voice is that of a frightened person. Burdak doesn't answer, he l turned his head and saw Randu's face. Maybe Burdak wanted to make sure his wife is still alive. The man immediately beats Orok who is shocked and angry. The Orok took out a weapon like a machete but very long. The weapon is curved at the tip and is also covered in flames. A loud and scary growl enveloped the place, the Orok is furious but Burdak… the werewolf is no less angry because the creature had dared to kidnap his wife.

One word popped up in his head, [Orcs! This world had Goblins, so why not Orcs? He tried to remember everything he could about Orcs from his previous world. There were some discrepancies between western fantasy and eastern fantasy when it came to Orcs. Eastern fantasy usually depicted Orcs as big pig like humanoids. However in western fantasy, especially Tolkien, Orcs were corrupted Elves. [Tusks are more of a pig feature, but other than that she was pretty humanoid. If it wasn't for her bulging muscles mixed with excessive fat in some areas, she could even be somewhat attractive.] Having this thought made Will shudder even more, having lived in a civilized world, the very idea of forcing hi

He growled through the pain, spinning around and launching himself at it. But the third, the faceless one, had wrapped around his back leg. It dragged him down with impossible strength. His body slammed against a rock. He coughed hard, blood spilling from his mouth. One of the demons snarled like it would feed on him, but suddenly released him. Torin didn’t understand why. “The Khora lives within him…” They paused. Their bloodthirsty expressions shifted. One hissed and backed away slightly, sniffing the air around Torin.

“And I won’t kill Akira. No matter what the visions say.” Akira gave a sad smile. “Then you’ve chosen your path. But it won’t be easy.” The trees rustled again—different this time. Heavy. Purposeful. “Company,” Orion said, his tone sharp. We all turned toward the sound. From the shadows emerged figures—half a dozen at first, then more. Men and women dressed in leathers and bone ornaments, their eyes glowing with eerie green light. Witches. Flanked by wolves, some twice the size of regular shifters. Not rogues. Not wilds.

Based on the frost eye colors of the werewolves that she was fighting, it belongs to a Rogues, a werewolf that has been kicked out of their pack just like what she keeps encountering before. The two werewolves become more aggressive. They don't care about the scar that they have and the blood that keeps flowing from it. In the corner of the alley, a man just keeps watching the fights in front of him. He was looking amazingly at the hunter. Accalia hops in one of the necks of a big wolf and immediately prick the syringe on it.