Orc X Elf Novels & Stories

Her dress was made of silk and adorned with more spring flowers that held it together to make a strap on one shoulder. “I have other friends hiding at the back of Iroka. Maybe you want to meet them. Three males. One is a vampire, one is a wolf, and the other one is an elf. Be careful with the elf though. He does not bite but he will insult you.” I grinned as I just revealed where they were hiding like the good person that I am.

Corvu peaks his head around the corner, but what he was so frightened of? He turns to face me, now he’s really close, “Because I think they’re after you.” I didn’t like the sound of that. “‘They’ who?” I whisper. Gecko peaks around on the other side of Corvu, “Orcs.” He barely manages to say aloud. Orcs were something I at least recognised the name of. Peering around the bricks with Corvu I see that they aren’t quite what I know them to be. I know Orcs to be big gnarly creatures, usually humanoid in shape but with tusks and walked around in near prehistoric garb. But these creatures didn’t just have tusks, they had a whole bottom jaw of protruding teeth, gnarly clawed fingers and they seemed

'Fine,' he snorts, bottling his mirth as he adjusts the crossbow on his arm, 'I may or may not have overheard talk about a certain cat, that may or may not be a panther or an ograh, being released into the forest tomorrow'. I clutched my bow instinctively at the thought of the red-eyed, flame-spitting, five-foot tall cat with horns. He passed he flask to me, an amused expression on his face as he asked, 'You're scared of an ograh?' 'Of course I'm fucking scared of an ograh,' I snapped, 'Everyone thinks they don't exist, at least not this far south'. 'Oh ho. There are a lot of "myths" and "legends" out there, dear fellow, the ograh being among the least of their number'. There was a glint on

"Be my guest." The truth hurt. Blood magic and essence magic didn't mix and Curzon knew it. He looked ready to tear her from the horse and let it trample her, but a horn sounded, taking his attention. His men surrounded Violet and Curzon, raising swords and spears. The air turned damp and heavy; clouds settled into the treetops. A charge sounded as riders clad in black and gold appeared with a tall elf on a spotted horse leading them. Violet couldn't take her eyes off him. His white hair hung long past his shoulders and a gold crown sat on his brow. His amber eyes carried spun gold inside as if the sun had settled within his gaze for a moment.

Her eyes widened. Joining her hands together, Rumi bowed her head and once she lifted her head up. She was sporting a bigger evil grin. "Farewell Grace." And one by one, Grace's body began to fall. Rumi has cut her into a million pieces. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ "There are Elves too?" Storm asked in bewilderment. This was the first time he was seeing a dwarf and now hearing that Elves too are real.

Sharon said and they starred at each other. "Peace." They said and ran toward the woods. The beast staggered into the underground and Oscorb stood up immediately he saw him. "Geoffrey what happened to you?" Oscorb exclaimed. "I am the Beast not Geoffrey. That girl is something else and her friends too." The beast muttered. "You mean Elsa Gomez or what are you talking about?" Oscorb asked. "They're Creatures like me but with different powers." The beast said. "You mean to say Elsa Gomez is a Lycan too?" Oscorb asked.

I was going to take every stone, every secret from this cursed place and make it mine. We ventured deeper into the rift’s scarred valley, and that’s when we heard them—low growls, followed by heavy, clawed steps echoing against stone. Then they emerged. A tide of orcs poured from the mist, their green-gray skin marred with jagged black scars and mana corruption. Their eyes glowed white. Magic-fused. Twisted by the rift’s power. They charged. I didn’t wait for orders.

said the man when the voice of a second female elf began to speak. "But their raids always end in failure due to the difference in strength and brains. But never have I heard of goblins getting so desperate that they would somehow align themselves with the orcs and trolls." This voice which was laced with curiosity belonged to a female elf warrior. Despite the soft curves of her body, the beautiful woman carried herself with dignity and grace as soft curls of blonde hair ran down her back.

Zarina exhaled deeply and said, “Alright, then. I will seal the bond. If anyone wants to step out, now is the chance. Once the spell is cast, our lives will be bound together. We can’t hurt each other till we find the ‘Heart of Magic.” “Meredith, if you don’t want…” I started saying but she placed her finger on my lips. “There should at least be one more person who can represent us.” “True… ‘Code Red’ is based on fair agreement. I will act as a mere binder in this process. Aslan and Tyson will represent the dragons while Caleb and Meredith will represent the werewolves.” Zarina said and closed her eyes. Her lips trembled like flower petals in the wind as she chanted the spell. Golden light e

The work that the fairies do is very neat and perfect, they are also known for loyalty if they do something well, however, they are one of the creatures known to be stubborn and arrogant. It didn't take long after he finished burying so many corpses, the land elf approached Altair who was sitting on a large fallen log. Altair gave one of his silver orbs and poured Mana into the orb. The elf took Altair's gift and held it with his two small hands and the land elf began to disappear. Altair was surprised when he saw the land elf who returned without having to return to his original world with the power of Adir on the other hand feeling happy.