Orc Hunter Novels & Stories

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

(Corporal Amanda) “Understood…...…”.(Specialist Oghar) The appearance of Specialist Oghar were something that no one have ever expected at all, and it instilled fear on every single soul that looked at him, especially the villagers, why, it is because Specialist Oghar is a 2 meter tall, muscly, scarred face, Orc. A well known fierce and blood thirsty race that always instilled fear to any known human. But despite what they known about Orc, that they were barbaric and just bare bodied the entire time. Specialist Oghar, were just an opposite of what they known, he is neat in appearance and also very articulate and well mannered, like a gentlemen and the way he was working on that t

Henry could feel death approaching him with each stride he made. The orc chuckled as he approached Henry and spotted the human kneeling due to his aura. He'd already determined he wasn't going to let this insect die easily. The orc traced Henry's back with his left hand. "Ahhh…!" As blood began to emerge and drip down on the frigid floor, a wide wound opened up. As the Orc stroked his pointed finger across Henry's flesh, deep gashes appeared all over his body. Henry had the sensation of being cut by a hot blade that was also burning his skin.

Noya scoffed. So that’s it. Noya’s taken so much into account but has forgotten a key factor. Me. She has precautions against the supernatural, but I’m not any of those things. I’m human. I’m a hunter, and killing witches is just part of what I do. Knowing what I was about to walk into, I climbed over the edge. I slipped on my hunter talisman for added protection and took out my silver khopesh, ready to strike. She didn’t even see it coming. Even as Godric smiled, having seen me coming up behind the dumb bitch. “You forgot the hunter, bitch!” I scoffed, swinging the curved blade separating her head from her shoulders.

"Last time I checked I didn't agree to any of this!" But nobody seemed to hear me. "What do you think, my good Hora?" Tepi turned to the green-skinned Oracle. The Oracle pulled the hood of his black cloak, giving us a full view of his terrifying face, which was a lot more terrifying than ever. The Hora's curved fangs resembled a pair of elephant's tusks, sticking out of his thick dark-green lips. His eyes were red and slightly glowing like burning coals. The Oracle might give me nightmares for weeks on end after this.

Seriously, werewolf hormones shouldn’t be this quick and wild at such an inappropriate time. I stood on tip toes, trying to look past the man obscuring my view. Once I did, I gasped at the horror of the sight. Zanicus’ eyes had turned full blood-red, and his canines protruding over his lip with abnormal length, and his claws looked like he had been digging land with his nails colored pitch black. Hunter immediately took a step back, blocking me from taking a step further with his big arm. “She was born for a purpose,” his voice coming out dangerously soft, like the sound of the wind brewing before a thunderous storm.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

He stared at each one, and they all nodded, except for me, who made it clear that I was furious at being kept in the dark. “What a lack of etiquette to involve me in a meeting where the only one who doesn't know what it's about, King Lycan, is your Luna!” I growled loudly, ferocious, and impatient. “Control yourself, she-wolf!” The Alpha shouted, raising an eyebrow, making my wolf shrink within me. “Elara, did you get the stones forged by the orcs?” “Orcs?” I raised my eyebrows, intrigued. “They are creatures descended from ogres; they don't have the same size or fury, but their strength and cunning are equal to those of their ancestors!” Oliver explained subtly and courteously. “I didn't kn

He'd ordered, taking off his clothes and piling it next to her. Nadine looked away immediately. Nick laughed, “It's nothing you haven't seen before.” He taunted, before he transformed into a lycanthrope and stalked the innocent deer that was chewing on a shrub. Within a twinkle of an eye, Nick lounged at the deer, startling it. The poor animal did not have time to run as Nick held its body, and voraciously inserted his teeth into its neck. The deer squealed, probably a call for help, before it went limp.

I glanced back at the gouge marks in the floor and stared at the green markings on the walls. “I’m sure he was fucking a giant spider….” “Omen!” “What? Is the one over there hanging upside-down from the roof?” Orlando went quiet, but I heard his body slide down the wall; possibly so he could rest against it. “She has silver fur” he breathed “and little white antlers. Her eyes are light orange, and she has four tails. She has white swirly patterns through her fur. You should see it; it’s beautiful.” Jeez, it sounded like he was hypnotised. His voice wasn’t the same as it was before. He sounded like he was describing a lover to me, not some Beora’s bitch.