Orc Hunter Novels & Stories

“You mean a war? The one thing we have been trying to avoid this whole damn time.” She nodded, a sadness flickering over her face. “Unfortunately, yes. Except, in the case, it’s against Oran and his followers. Not the entirety of the supernaturals.” “So against the BloodHunter Coven, again.” My dad added. “Not just them. Oran has monstrosities as his disposal that you wouldn’t believe. Failed experiments that he uses to his advantage. I’ve seen some of the paperwork on them, it’s horrific. There are going to be those of the BloodHunter coven who agree with him but then he has his own cult following. It wouldn’t be an easy fight. Especially if we are looking to keep the fatalities down to a m

The Noctari hissed, slashing at him again, but Orion didn’t slow down. He didn’t stop. It was no longer a fight. It was a massacre. The creature staggered back, its movements losing that eerie precision as Orion drove it further into the ground, each strike heavier than the last. “You don’t touch her,” Orion snarled, his voice rough, almost unrecognizable. The Noctari let out a broken laugh, blood dripping from its mouth. “Too late,” it rasped. That was the last thing it said. Orion’s hand shot forward, gripping its throat before his teeth sank deep into its neck. I flinched at the sound—the wet, tearing rip that followed as he ripped it open without hesitation.

In the eyes of the female, he transformed into a handsome male. In just four years, Occisor has thrown terror the supernatural world. He has hunted, tortured and killed twenty-three wolves, fifteen witches, seventeen vampires and eight serial killers and even though it is against the rules, he also tortures humans. Now everybody feared him, and the government couldn't do a thing about it because no one was better than him and they couldn't afford to lose such a weapon. Humans are despicable, that was Occisor's opinion. But he did everything he could to not let it show out of love for Margaret and Mary, who have their origins in this race.

“Right “ the entire room chorused “So, if the mind probe taught us anything, it's that they are actually beings with intense emotions — they are also drawn to it” “Like a magnet?” Tony asked “A compass really—” He scanned the room, their faces were not lit with the enlightenment that he expected. “Creatures like that are drawn to emotional remnants—loss, grief, unfinished bonds. Orion isn’t controlling it. He’s being followed by it.” Tony frowned. “So the monster is stalking him?” “Yes,” Rune said, “well no, it's important to note that Orion is not a victim here. He's luring the houndras to himself. He's not just calling out to them, he's going to be using them for whatever dirty plan he can

Mother! The two orcs are about to slam me with their bats so I just close my eyes. It's the end of me. I wasn't careful. I can't go home to- Grrrooooaaaaarrrrr!!!! I just opened my eyes when I heard a scream of an orc and there I saw Cayden who looked very bad at the Orcs who were now lying down and lifeless. Crap. How did he do that? To kill the two orcs in a matter of seconds? But right, Gen said, isn't this the strongest? Why do I always forget this?

Everyone stills, yearned to see their killer with their own eyes. And see the Irony. It was the sight of the most beautiful wolf they had ever seen. His bones starts shifting. The bloody torn clothes he wore, getting ripped off. To take form into a shining black wolf, triple a normal wolves size. Eyes silver, fur black and claws even darker. " Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" He roars again. His eyes only fixed at Elora. And next anyone knows. He enters into a sprint and within seconds at a lightning speed.

The monsters. One by one, dripping from the wound in reality like maggots from a carcass, their shapes shifting in the sickly glow. First the beast with the bone claws, its white talons digging deep furrows into the forest floor as its three eyes snapped open, burning like coals. Then came the orcs—hulking, green-skinned abominations wielding rusted axes, tusks dripping with foam. Their guttural howls rattled the trees, echoing in my ribs.

she protested. Aurelia’s face lit up as a wide grin spread across her face, “Wedding planning,” she proudly announced. ​ ​ Achilles stood in Helga’s office as she sifted through stacks and stacks of books on Alchemy and familiars. “How could it be a vision?” he asked her. “I’m not sure, your highness, it may not be visions but, something about that mark seems…familiar. Not something I’ve seen before on any Vampire or Dhampir but, maybe in some of my research,” she told him. “If it were a vision, why would she be in so much pain? I’ve found her now, I swore she would never experience pain again,” he said, pleadingly.

After all, her mastery was shadow arts. - - - “Let us see what you got.” Lifting her finger, the slaughter butterfly bit her – drawing blood in the process. Upon the contact, flashes of images bombarded Maleficent’s mind. The first surge of images was a report from the butterflies attached into Apollo Sky’s shadow. Closing her eyes, she saw an orc, a beast with a giant body with a boar’s face, whipping the son of Michael. His arms were lifted and tied to the walls, his back was barely leaving him with only his bloodied white pants, and his head was chained enabling him from looking up.

Oliver retorted with a smirk. "Prepare to meet your end," announced Oliver. In a blink of an eye, Aurora noticed a rapid, almost lightning-fast movement. The piercing screams and the gruesome sound of bones shattering filled the air. She watched as blood pooled on the ground. She found herself standing alongside Oliver, who remained unmoved, and Orion, whose amusement was evident as he observed the unfolding spectacle. The man, once brimming with an aura of invisible power, was now effortlessly besting his adversaries.