Novel & Cerita Orc Woman

The dress was so ordinary yet the woman carried it so well that it shook her, from one glance it was impossible to tell that she was a lowly omega she wolf. Female vampires had always been the most beautiful among all the supernatural species. But this she wolf had the features and beauty that the woman had never seen in her life before. Usually omegas had the innocent and soft looks but this she wolf had really sharp features, her cat eyes having an unusual shade of green, her slim face and lips that complimented her features perfectly. No wonder the first in command was dying for the king to permit him to have her. "Lets go." Zinnia took a deep breath before she walked behind the woman, sh

Her sincere smile almost made him melt. According to his colleagues, Emma Claire is an Omega. That must have explained why she looks so gorgeous. And noticing how Emma seems to be extra kind only to him, she must like him even for a tiny bit. Honestly to Zen, Emma is just exactly his type. Maybe his weird thoughts about the CEO must have been just his pent up desires to be in a relationship after being so single for so long. His last serious relationship was still when he was in high school for Pete's sake!

There are seven Oracles in the Lycaon palace, but one of them was the most powerful and closest to the moon goddess as everyone believed. Her name is Cordelia. She was a popular oracle, talked about around all werewolf and Lycan packs. As we approached her shrine, goose bumps started to creep up my skin, along with a banging headache. I started to panic. Ever since the incident where Draven got shot, I haven’t had this recurring headache. I wanted to believe it was gone forever but as I started to feel the pain, fear crept in.

She scratches her hair. "Right! Do you live in Hell Forest? The hunted mansion of hell family?” “Ohm is that what other people called it...” “I’ve just heard it. They say Hell’s family is very weird... hmm, but I think they’re wrong. You’re not that weird, you’re just like other normal girls out there.” “Right,” I muttered. It’s nice to have someone you can talk to in school. I hope she’s interested in being friends with me for real.

She can hear their feet slap against the ground as they get closer to her. They’re all wearing dark green uniforms, with bright red armbands showing their affiliation— all proud officials of the ORC. A center for breaking and brainwashing omegas, hidden under the cover of rehabilitation. “I can’t let them take me”. She runs fast. Faster than she’s ever run in her entire life. “Pick up the phone, Sorahiko!”. But Sorahiko doesn’t pick. His line remains unreachable. “Damn it!”. She curses. “How am I supposed to escape this?…Sora…”.

Chaos had designed most of them to reproduce with the many females left and make more warriors… The Male Orcs seemed flustered by such demand all out of the sudden, even more, when Chaos had yet to realize that the entire female population of Orcs was already his fan club, so the chances for these strong warrior women to accept these guys was slim as they desired Chaos. Even more, Chaos himself was not even aware of how exactly creatures reproduced, but he knew that they could, so he had asked them to do so. As simple as that. He had yet to read some more books about biology, it seems. However, amongst the many women, Dura was the strongest, as she had become a fierce Fire Oni, her beauty ha

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

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.

"We survive impossible situations by finding solutions no one else sees. This is no different." "This is completely different," Marcus said quietly. "Before, we were fighting external threats. Now we are fighting seeds embedded in innocent people. We cannot just destroy the infection—we destroy the person." A knock interrupted our circular argument. Lady Seraphine entered with a young woman I did not recognize. She looked terrified, ethereal, barely holding herself together. "This is Mora," Seraphine announced. "She is infected. She asked to speak with the Broken Crown directly." We all stood immediately. Through our cosmic awareness, I perceived the seed growing in Mora's chest—dark, parasi

“Orcs have been behind these walls for centuries. They haven’t seen a female in all that time. They talked about a bonding that is like ours. Of course, it is probably the same thing, but it has been misconstrued. They want to find their mates, mates that a goddess said she would provide soon.” “The Moon Goddess?” Ondi said as she came to her son, touching her forehead to his. “I believe so. The Orcs said she glowed blue and had a crescent moon on her head. Can’t think of any other goddess that does that.” “And do you think some of those women down there could be a mate of theirs?” Orion bobbed his head back and forth.