Orc X Elf Novels & Stories

The sound of the owl and insects filled her ears. “Oriana.” Her body stiffened as soon as he heard his voice. “Sorry to drag you all the way here.” A shadow from the corner of the mansion walked towards her. “Won’t you really change your mind?” He started calmly. Oriana carefully observed his face. Fortunately, Oriana can properly distinguish Elias from Luis. It was Elias. She looked at his blue eyes filled with emotions she could not understand. “I understand what you want but… out of all the noble family….” He bit his lower lips. “Why?”

He smirked: "I'm not so easy to die, you go first." Elias charged at two hairy beasts with red eyes just like them. His claws are also longer and sharper than usual. His claws cut deep into their flesh, blood trickling down to the ground. But just a few seconds later, those cuts completely disappeared, as if Elias had never cut sharp cuts into them. The two beasts let out a few ghastly screams, their whole bodies emitting a strong fishy odor, and jumped towards him. Elias raised his arm covered in steel to support it.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

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

The Procession of the Broken Gods They walked into the fortress with shaking hands and completely shattered spirits. As the ancient primordial blood successfully purified their vessels, the physical transformation was undeniable. They did not belong to a single, uniform mold; instead, they presented a breathtaking, majestic spectrum of the old earth. Alongside those with flawless, iridescent marble skin stood warriors of striking, unparalleled grandeur—their skin as rich and deep as polished ebony, creating a stark, mesmerizing contrast against cascading curtains of long, silver-white hair and piercing, ice-light eyes. These were the true anchors of the old world, the foundational architects

Cassia and Radcliff shortened the journey by using a magic portal. A male elf came over to the Archway. His long hair fell to his waist and was platinum gold. His ears were pointed, and his nose was pointed. His skin was radiant white. His face was so handsome, and his eyes were blue like the color of the sky. He was tall, slim, and light. His movements were so agile that nobody could hear his footsteps. A mysterious aura emitted from his body. He was the Elf Warrior who had picked up Draco and Astrid on their first visit. Upon closer examination, Astrid realized that the elf knight's face resembled that of Cassia.

Chaos remembered that in the past he remembers seeing candles in the room where he was, but now there were no candles, it was just darkness. "And that's pretty much what Orcs are… I think they pray to a pair of twin gods, who represent Orcs and Goblins, but I don't know much else. Master Ainz was never interested in Orcs and only saw them as lowly insects," chuckled Belphegor. "Why are they coming here then?" asked Chaos. He didn't intend to not eat the Orcs, he was merely curious. "Oh, that's because Master Ainz once stole their treasures, the Totem of their Gods, and used them as alchemy materials to craft your heart, my lord," said Belphegor.

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.

"Do you put oats in the tank or does the horse drink gasoline? I'm a little confused as to how it all works." The elf moved sideways, his feet crisscrossing as he stepped. He swung his sword back and forth with one hand. His skin was a bluish gray, his pointy ears poked through his mane of white hair, and his red cat eyes were narrowed slits as he stared at Rhychard, waiting to cut him down. The elf wore dark pants that looked like they were costumes from Little House on the Prairie and a coarse long-sleeve tunic. He had leather boots with points that matched his ears. His fingers had nails that seemed like mini daggers. It was almost as if he were a miniature version of Vargas.

For the money, all the kingdoms and the Church of the True God are willing to cooperate with the elves. Dwarves need not be mentioned, as normal-looking humans cannot accept dwarven beauties. Other races with small populations also need not be mentioned. And since orcs and humans have a hostile relationship, the capture of beautiful orc slave girls has become something that is encouraged. Fox girls, cat girls and rabbit girls are exactly the same as humans except for their animal ears and tails. According to Christine's pre-travel description, they correspond to the terms 'young lady', 'little girl' and 'girl'.