Orc X Elf 소설 & 이야기

But the front reception desk is completely empty. I tap my fingers against the marble counter. A moment later, a tall figure walks briskly out of a back room, her face set in an expression of absolute, freezing indifference. An Elf Awakener. The Elf race is a massive faction in mythology, and the girl walking toward us is undeniably a Dark Elf. Her skin is a flawless, intoxicating shade of deep, silky obsidian. Her long hair is the color of midnight, and delicate, dark-silver cuffs trace the elegant, pointed tips of her ears.

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”

Rowan glanced over the crowd, looking at our table. “Horus, King Osirus’ dragon, as well as the elves have made sure of that. Green grasses cover the plains, the trees have taken root and new species of our kind have been brought out from hiding,” he smiled. “Orcs, were a great benefactor in helping us win this war.”

“I’m heir-apparent to the McCrory Coven, and we control the Baelic realm.” Despite the chill going down her spine, North rejected the demonstration. “That has to be some kind of trick. An optical illusion and nothing more.” Orin stepped forward next, pushing the long black hair behind his ears and down his back. The gesture revealed pointed ears. “I’m Orin Aelfryck, a dark elf of the Fae realm.” She arched her brow in skepticism. “That can be makeup and prosthetics. What’s your magic power, dark elf?”

Aria continued to talk while I sat there brewing. ‘So, Ogrun the orc god gave his green-skinned, tusked people the gift of great strength and bravery. Never would you meet an orc that would flee in the face of danger. Danger triggers excitement and adrenaline in an orc, which explains their love of fighting. Cerridwen gave her people the gift of casting spells, and Valkrim gave his people the advantage of speed and immortality. Unlike the other magical beings, his thrive from drinking blood, just like he does.

But if someone on either side went to the other side's territory to make trouble, he or she deserved to die. After traveling for an hour, they arrived at an area that was still under repair. The entire district was covered with a layer of a little choking smoke and dust. Xiao Chen noticed that many of the people who worked outside looked very strange. Some of them had bear heads, while others had wolf claws. All of them seemed to have infinite power. In shock, Xiao Chen asked, "Who are they?" "They are Orcs," Yang Qing said lightly. "Orcs?" Xiao Chen felt very strange. He had never seen such a race in the Five Continents. Was it also a race from ancient times?

She started laughing hard and even pretended to wipe tears from the edge of her eyes. "I hate it when you forget your place, Olive. You are the one who is inside a cell, how dare you scare me with those useless blue eyes. You know what, my mother usually reads my stories about a powerful ancient race of werewolf healers. They possess an element that would guide them to heal any kind of illness or wound, and she emphasizes everything. They are powerful and have a great intellect capability." She pouted and acted sad. "I always adore them until I met you. She was wrong."

"For so long a time, we have been tainted with the theory that Omega werewolves are weak and of no use. And for so long, Omega werewolves have suffered a lot of humiliation and shame from this stigma. We forget the fact that it doesn't matter what rank a wolf is. As long as that wolf is not a rogue, he or she is still a member of the pack. He or she should be treated like a wolf." Theo paused and squeezed me affectionately. "My people, this beautiful woman chosen by the moon goddess as my mate is Ellie Cortex. Yes, she is an omega werewolf, but she possesses the spirit and mentality of wolves that rank far higher than her. In case you are not aware, her parents gave their lives to fight in t

Even more so now that she was training. Ares stiffened beside me, his pupils turning white as his vision flashed before him. When he came to he immediately traveled us to the elf building, inside a room that didn’t seem like in West Ora. Seeing the large Window to the right, I noticed a hilly terrain with lush green grass that blew in the gentle wind, appearing so soft, I was tempted to step out. There’s no grass like that in West Ora. I turned to look at Ares, finding his eyes fixed on a golden cauldron in the center of the room.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.