Orc Hunter Novels & Stories

Isabella said and for the first time in this conversation, Sophia giggled to herself when she heard this because she knew in actuality that it was her that would ruin the genes of Ronnell due to her bad eyesight. Ronnell noticed this, she looked so fucking cute. Licking her tongue discreetly, wetting her lips in either lust or excitement. In a dark room, devoid of any sun rays or light, sat a man with blood dripping from his lips and eyes shining through the abyss. The clock ticked, a sound that seemed endless for one that couldn’t die. The relevance of time was lost on vampires because time is the one time they had an unlimited amount regardless of how much passes.

Of course not, I pushed the uneasiness in my stomach down, I am after all half demon. His horns protruded from either side of his forehead, a dark angry open wound encircled both of them from where they broke through the skin, sticky blood dripping down his forehead. His face was unchanged except for his once ice blue eyes were now two black pits, the flicker of fire in each, like the pits of hell themselves.

But, as if a switch had been flicked, the scene burst into chaos as howls began to echo off the wall of trees and building behind them until an evocative chorus rose up, becoming louder and louder. If anyone ever asked Lucas to explain what he had witnessed that night, he would admit he had no words for it. Where once human bodies lay wrestling with the throws of their first shift, were now wolves with their thick coats gleaming in the ethereal light of the moon. And in the middle of it all stood Hecate, her blue and gold eyes never leaving Lucas even as her friends crowded her with excited nuzzling and licks of affection. What are you, Chloe? Lucas found himself asking for what felt like th

"The magical backlash from the binding... it went into the ley lines. It went down." The iron door to the Dragon Keep—a massive vault sealed for three hundred years—began to glow red. The metal warped, melting like wax. A roar echoed from the depths. It was a sound that vibrated the marrow in their bones. ROOOOOAAAARRRR. The door exploded outward. A figure flew through the smoke, landing in a heap at Vespera’s feet. It was Oryn. In this world, he was an Orc—green-skinned, tusked, and wearing the leather apron of the Beast Keeper.

He was fingering his blade again, his lust for blood shed was approaching 10 on the ritcher scale. I shakily got to my feet, glaring at him. What human being does this? Derive satisfaction from terror and pain? He wasn't human. He was a beast. "Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?" I cried, stalling him with my question. Maybe I could run away. My spirits sank as I looked around. I was standing on a large acre of nothingness and gravel. I was a running target. He walked up to me, his boots crunching on small stones. His breath fanned my face and the look in his eyes chilled my bones. There was no ounce of sympathy in those eyes.

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.

"The rats injected him with a gold, shimmering venom. It induced an artificial rut." Oliver's eyes widened, but he kept quiet, letting me speak. I swallowed hard, my voice dropping to a whisper as I laid out the details. I told him how the comms were down, how the doctor said the venom would attack his brain if it wasn't expelled, and how there was no Omega in sight. I didn't hold back the details. I told him about the overwhelming heat, the size of Evander's cock, the way my body had completely betrayed my Alpha instincts, and how the brute had knotted me until I passed out.

Fear gripped the Horc and the rest of them. “ His aura… it's overwhelming ” Dove mumbled. Where the Horc stood under it appeared a dark rune, from that rune dark shadowy hands crawled out and grabbed its legs. The Horc struggled but it was too strong. He ran toward it and sliced through the red gemstone in its chest, the Horc wailed as it burnt into ashes.

No one would. "Well, She couldn't give us more information, but what she told me was that the creatures we would be looking for were of lycan clan, " He said as smirk. We were closer than we thought but still very far behind. "Isn't she an Oracle?" I asked, surprised because, according to me, the Oracle was supposed to give us the names. "She is, but her spirit got detected before she could see the person's face, so they have an Oracle too," He said as worry suddenly came to my face.

The mana in the core and the mana in the bones and claws knew each other well and had worked together before. This was the remnant spirit of the Diamond Scaled Ferocious Ground Dragon that was in Gin's war hammer. Gin swung his hammer up and a fist made of rubble rose and hit the High Orc, sending him flying. The Orc was over 20ft tall and heavy, Gin could only hit him a few hundred feet into the air with his full strength. A metal axe formed in the air and slammed the Orc back into the ground, destroying several huts inside the fortress.