Orc Woman Novels & Stories

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

However, with one punch the woman hit the lizardman's ugly face hard. After landing the attack, apparently behind one of the lizardmen appeared Orka, with a thin body like a stick, pitch black, and a pair of glowing red eyes. He opened his mouth wide while reaching out with his right hand, so he could grab Cia's petite body. However, the woman quickly stepped forward, then turned around, raised her right leg, and slapped Orka's face mercilessly. The power encircling Cia's body shone brightly. Punch after punch, Cia was brought down, showing how his contribution at that time was in helping colleagues who were also struggling.

“But my hand on his is the only thing keeping him from breaking your neck. You turned him into a monster against his own free will.” “You Bitch! Judgmental, holier than thou, Omega. Yeah I know your dad was born an Omega, we all know. You aren’t worthy of the title Beta,” She stands over me. I look up at her and yawn. Then I do that which I should have not done. See I may be unmarked but my mates are in the room, and their Lycans’ maybe asleep but they aren’t completely absent. Venus draws on their strength. I release my full aura.

But this presence-it reminds me of a vixen. She smells like him. Like Orion. Like blood. I turn around and grab the woman's shoulder. Everyone around us freezes as she turns around, her eyebrow raised at my hand. Red, flaming hair. Dressed in all black. It's Lara-the woman who is in cohorts with Orion. Images flash through my mind. Images of her frightened face...she cowers before a monster-a twisted form that is half-wolf, half-human. Kieran...the Alpha of Palus lies before her. His innards have been removed and his throat is torn open.

Peace rose up slowly as her heart pound loudly. "Your kid is gonna be like my invention, you escaped been my Lycan but now you have a baby Lycan." Oscorb whispered as he staggered in front of her. She roared loudly as she rushed at the illusion and kicked it but it was the table. "Peace." Hannah screamed. She turned slowly as the colour of her eyes turned orange. "That's my baby." Oscorb chuckled. She rushed speedily at him but it was the couch as she tripped over and crashed roughly to the ground.

Horror soured my stomach as I pressed my back against the wall, powerlessness twisting my guts into ropes as Tristan squared off against the Orcs Alpha. One of the other orcs approached. It appears to have previously been a woman, with rags of a dress falling from its skeletal body. It handed Tristan an axe, then it seized hold of both combatants’ wrists and raised them aloft. From all around, the orc roared in delight, and I dropped my blade to clamp my hands on my ears, the sound excruciating. But I observed the creature’s fleshless jaw flex as it talked. “Begin.” the Orcs alpha swung his weapon.

They like other animals more and treat them better. If they knew that immortals like us entered their sacred village, they’d surely be angry and attack us. Seeing this village for myself, I realized that the things I learned from reading recorded history in books aren’t accurate at all. Orcs are painted as creatures that doesn’t know anything other than killing and violence. But they are clearly just like any others. They are very hard-working and affectionate individuals. Each one of them has their own responsibilities as part of their community and family. Children orcs are especially cute, with their little protruding ears and bright green color. It’s also fascinating how their green eyes

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?

“You’re not an omega, child.” “Yes, I am.” “No, you’re not. You were meant to only appear as one.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Like I said earlier, supernatural, but has to use people to do its will. Neither Lunara nor Solara can meet their objectives without using people.” “So…?” “So they choose who to possess, whose body to take over. You’re not an omega, Rhea. You were only supposed to look and act like one as a disguise. If you appeared powerful, you would have given yourself away and Solara would have killed you a long time ago.”

Although we were with over 90 thousand warriors, we glided through Oribus silently and sleekly, with no victims on our end nor resistance from Oribian forsaken so far. And then, she showed up…looking more demented and hideous than I remember. The last time we saw each other was over eight centuries ago. I shuddered at that memory with bile. Disgust and loathe flooded over me. Her ember batwings were decorated slatternly with blazing feathers and flickers of amethyst electricity zaps. Her body was charred with embers and fierce fire cracks that bled in neon flickers of ruby and purple, wrapped with the transparent whirl of obsidian smoke. Her hair, whipped up in a slovenly mane of fire, orbit