Orc Lord Novels & Stories

She added. "Good." Oracle said smiling. "She is indeed the one who can stop Willow's curse." She added. "What's your name?" She directed her question to Aurora. "Aurora ma'am." "You look familiar Aurora but I am called Oracle, I am the priestess of all the supernatural." She introduced herself to Aurora. "That is nice." Aurora said with a smile. "There is no more time, by sunrise which will set in an hour time and mark the end of the ten days, if Willow's Dragon-Wolf cannot be controlled, we are all doomed." Oracle told them.

“I wish to become the Supreme Sorcerer, Elder Magnus. I believe it is my birthright.” A deep frown etched itself onto Magnus’s wrinkled face. “You are young, Constantine,” he said, his tone as unyielding as stone. “The path to becoming the Supreme Sorcerer is not an easy one. It requires wisdom, power, and years of experience.” Constantine nodded, fully aware of the challenges that lay ahead. “I understand the gravity of my request, Elder Magnus. But I also carry the blood of the ancient sorcerers within me. It is a part of my lineage, my destiny.”

"Then speak with Lord Gray. He’ll know where to send the witches—he always knows where the greedy mortals hide." At the name, Orcus’s grin widened. "Ah… Lord Gray. He sold me his soul long ago through one of your ancestors. In exchange, I gave him longevity and power. I cannot wait to strip it from him when his time ends." His laugh cracked through the air like lightning. "Then it was you who cursed him," I accused. "To never recognize the love of his life, even as she walks beside him."

The tongue of the maid had been collected for insidious purposes as well. The Overlord, Jackson Forger, was a man who craved power in its rawest, most vile form. He was not content with the strength and control he already wielded; he sought more, always more. The rituals he performed in the dead of night were not mere performances of dark magic but acts of pure, unadulterated evil. The blood, the organs, the sacrifices—each element was meticulously chosen for its significance in his twisted pursuit of dominance.

I must have been gaping for God knows how long, because he suddenly cleared his throat, snapping me out of my "trance" "Did you even hear a word of what I said?" He dramatically sighed and face palmed. I stood up from my crouching position and blinked twice, getting into my fighting stance. He merely turned his back to me, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "My name is Okiro. A warlock of the five white clans of Duna. An endangered specie and the one of the last of my kind... thanks to your father's good work." What the fuck now? I'm pretty sure my eyes were as big as saucers now.

His eyes were burning green as though he had contracted the disease from the fire in Xenia, and his claws had made lines in the wood. "We hold," he snarled. “We control this kingdom whether she is present or not. No banner falls, no ally turns. Not while I'm breathing.” However, I noticed the uncertainty ripple through the chamber. The lords of Orion were vultures, waiting for weakness, and now the weakness was clear. ELRIC'S POV I watched from the corner as they verbally tore at each other. Like thin ice, loyalty broke. And I heard it in the quiet between disputes. The slightest hum.

Orion went through the enchantment, followed by Amora and Nicholas. The creature in front of me turned to see the commotion, letting out a heavy breath. “More disturbances,” he whispered to himself. He finally turned to me to answer my long-awaited question. “I’m Sugha son of Eman,… an Orc.”

His senses on high alert as he hesitantly leaned over the doorframe to see a tall figure with black hair dancing around in the Kitchen with weird steps. His eyebrows furrowed as he took in the dressing of this supposed churail, she was dressed in a pair of plazo pants and a sweatshirt. She turned around and started screaming upon seeing him. At once he knew this was no churail, only person had a voice this horrible in tht family and that was Zoya. He doubted if her horrible voice had scared the actual jinns away or not. He rolled his eyes but when her screams turned into full blown curses, he took hurried steps to shut her mouth with his hand before she could wake everyone up.

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t

I defeated each and every one of their strongest shoulders, ripping their heads off their bodies and drinking their blood like it were some grape juices. Others were terrified of me, but Christian was amazed by me; he immediately ordained me as the next in line to lead the vultures. With every passing day, I became more and more powerful. I tasted the blood of every walking creature, but none could compare to the blood of an omega. Every omega that crossed my path or was even anything as close to ten meters away from me would be slaughtered, and I would drain every drop of blood from their body. It supplied me with even more strength, strength that not even I could fathom.