Orc Novels & Stories

"Buzz.. Buzz.." Ryu was woken up by the doorbell ringing. He reached for his phone and checked the time, it was only nine in the morning. He was supposed to wake up around two in the afternoon. After drinking out with Nato last night, he wouldn't even bother to eat breakfast. He wondered if he had any deliveries or anyone coming over but he was still too sleepy to even bother thinking. "Buzz.. Buzz.." He heard the doorbell ring again and that's when he decided to get out of bed. Ryu went out of his room and is struggling to open his eyes to the brightness coming from the windows.

“OK, let me put my dress on. Ry, get the shoes I put on the counter in my closet.” I slipped on an ombre maxi dress that was olive the top and faded into cream at the bottom. It had two slits in the front that would expose each of my legs as I walked. It was sexy, but the halter neckline covered me up to add a touch of modesty. I loved the dress because I could dress it up or down. Since I didn’t know what the night held for Kadeer and me, I opted to meet somewhere in the middle. I kept my jewelry simple with gold hoops, a gold herringbone necklace, and gold bangles. I chose a caged, camel-colored sandal with a chunky heel to give me a little height to compete with Kadeer's tall frame. “Mom,

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......

the barista greeted politely as she walked up to their table, “what would you like to have?” “Just black latte for me,” Aiden answered. “Americano,” Malcolm added. She bowed and left to bring their orders while the two of them fell on talking. “So what’s going on? You don’t look okay. I mean you shouldn’t be okay but you look lost” it was Aiden who was talking. Ever since aurora asked him to send the money back to Malcolm, he had a feeling that something was not right. “I feel drained man” Malcolm sincerely replied, “i just buried my little boy yesterday and now I feel like even he is not happy with me”

“ Where exactly is this place you want me to meet at? “ I ask skeptically, but still following her. “ You’ll see, “ she snaps, turning around. I wasn’t used to being treated like this. Female or male, I would find a way to punish them for disrespecting the vampire prince. She didn’t give me the urge to do that. She was different. --- We walked deep into the woods. I was sure this was because she didn’t want anyone to hear us and not because she was going to kill me. Although, it would be fun to see her try. Suddenly. we walked into a beautiful part of the woods. It was like no other. I barely went outside in the light, but I’ve never seen anything like this. The town off of Monarch Pass, Col

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

I was all the way on the opposite side of the library around two corners and I never made a move. “Whoa,” I whispered to myself. Once I gathered myself I looked at the book my nose was pointing to and sat Indian style on the floor and studied the cover. “Odins’s Special Warriors” The story read about wolves that Odin commissioned to go into battle and these wolves were so powerful that when they sustained injuries in battle, they were unaffected. Their strength, speed and agility were unmatched as these wolves were seemingly invincible. The last line caught her attention, ‘These wolves have the power to control all others with their aura, no matter the species. Female Ulfheonars are a rarity

Sent by The First Ones obviously. ******

Tool. Perfect.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)