Orc Lord Novels & Stories

He didn’t want her to be stronger. Something was going on, and Father wasn’t telling anyone. So I made my own move and tried to find the answer. Until it fell on me. I met Cordelia, the right hand of Orpheus. Orpheus was the immortal seer of the underworld. She could see the future, but she couldn’t remember it afterward, so she needed someone to be with her whenever she had her readings. So Cordelia knew everything. Since I was the Prince of Lust, I never had any problem making her fall for my allure. I succeeded when no one had. Because the next thing I knew, I was already fucking her and extracting information from her.

It was hard to imagine that that was the ‘omniscient’ Oracle the vendor had mentioned. “Excuse me…” Andrius frowned slightly but stepped forward to ask, “Are you the Oracle?” “Of course. Ask me a question, and I’ll name you my price. If you think it’s fair, we’ll have a deal.” The Oracle looked at Andrius, his one good eye gleaming, giving off a different aura. “Okay!” Without wasting any time, Andrius went straight to the point. “I want to know about the distribution of forces in the Immortal Realm and information about the Etherium Immortal Lord.”

King Orrick gazed closely behind Jerrod and set his eyes on two young men clad in black armor stepping out of the forest, one was huge and timid looking the other was lean and sick looking, having the gaze of a dying man. "It pains me to see the very people I trusted with my life come together to kill me.” Orrick spoke with pity. “Forgive me my Lord.” The lean man pleaded then nocked two arrows on his silver bow. “I’ll do that in the underworld Thomas,” Orrick proclaimed then spat on the ground, “I’ll have no regrets in your futile deaths.” “The earth you stand on has been drenched in virgin female piss, your godly powers won’t work here.” Jerrod assured.

Suddenly I hear someone gasping for air, “I wanted to hear my future, but she wouldn’t tell me. She’s an oracle.” “This changes everything,” I hear Richard’s voice in deep thought, “Now I know she will not be going back to her friends. She will marry me. A warlock and an oracle would make a very powerful pair. I could take over the entire dark magic realm.” I start to panic as I hear this. I have to remain unconscious as long as possible, so that I can plan my escape. Just then, I hear both men yell, and I fall into a deep sleep.

This strikes Anna as odd because every kingdom has an Oracle and it is important to have one. Oracles are extremely holy beings who are born with the third sight to see the future. They are bound by the laws of the Moon Goddess not to interfere in changing the future. If anyone asks them about the future, the Oracle is bound by magic to tell them the truth otherwise, the Oracle will die on the spot. Changing the future will also kill them because no one is supposed to mess with fate. Anna sighs in frustration. How am I going to find Ras? She groans inwardly.

Eight feet of pure horror bounding through the woods, towards the horde made up of at least twenty high orcs. High Orcs were normal orcs who evolved due to their high intake of mana from the surroundings. They are commonly found since mana is everywhere but for there to be a horde of this many High Orcs then both their physiques that cause them to take in so much mana and the forest which is filled with mana are highly compatible. My wolf, half the size of the smallest orc in the group, lunges straight at the throat of one of the High Orcs. It holds it in place with his massive claws then rips out the throat before the overgrown orc has any chance to swing its club.

Vulk snarled violently beneath my skin. “No,” I rasped immediately. “No.” The Oracle’s silver gaze sharpened slightly. “The Dreadlord seeks to break his spirit before binding him completely.” Rage exploded so hard my Alpha pheromones burst uncontrollably into the air. Several warriors trembled. “I’ll kill him,” I growled. The Oracle stepped closer. “The Dreadlord knows this.” I froze. “He has waited years for your rage,” she said softly. “Because rage clouds judgment.”

"Has the Department of Mystia really fallen this far? Someone like you has actually inherited the title Southern Edge?" There was unmistakable disappointment in Kaldor's eyes. He had crossed paths with the previous generation of the Southern Edge and the Northern Steel back in his youth, and they had been far stronger than Orion. "Go to hell!" Orion exploded with rage on the spot, while the other four moved in tandem. A world-shaking battle erupted instantly. Orion truly lived up to his reputation as Helso's direct disciple. An overwhelming pressure burst from him like a tidal wave, instantly drowning out the auras of every other prodigy present.

“I am a Herald, Orym. I see beyond the physical. I don’t need to be told to know who they are and what their cursed selves did to Panoma.” “Good,” Elder Orym whispered, his eyes heavy. He turned to the High Priest... a man who had long forgotten the order of his calling and the guidelines of his position. “Blood, they say… always comes calling,” he said. Soren’s eyes darkened. “Don’t tempt me, Orym. You know what I can do.” Orym’s wrinkled lips pressed. “I do,” he whispered calmly. “I’ve always known.” Then his head tilted toward the beaming runes. “You owe too much, High Priest… and time has a way of collecting every debt.”

Chapter 3: The Orc Chieftain King Torvald rode deep into the wild orc territories with only a small group of his most trusted warriors, the dense forest giving way to rocky hills and hidden caves as the scent of smoke, sweat, and primal musk grew stronger. Torvald was a force of nature broad-shouldered, thick with battle-hardened muscle, and driven by a hunger that no ordinary conquest could satisfy anymore. Rumors of Grulak, the orc chieftain whose cock was said to be the biggest and thickest in the savage lands, had haunted his dreams for weeks. Torvald’s own impressive length throbbed in his breeches at the mere thought. He would claim it. Tonight.