Orc X Elf Novels & Stories

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.

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.