Skyrim Harvest Orc Blood Novels & Stories

Impatience consumed me, followed closely on its heels by frustration. “Give it a moment. Keep focusing.” She murmured as if she could sense my mood turning. I bit back a sigh and kept it on, internally rolling my eyes at the nothingness. All of a sudden, something sharper wafted up to me, it’s tinge distinctively metallic. It smelled incredibly familiar. “Blood,” I murmured, my stomach twisting. “Yes,” she said gently. “That’s the cloth—it’s from a recent hunt. What else?” I took another breath, sorting through the layers of scent. “Mint… leather… something sweet.”

“Then why does your blood smell like his?” Her pulse stuttered. “Maybe because I’m the only one who didn’t plan to kill him.” For an instant, the great King of Lycans looked amused. Then the ground trembled. The runes screamed white, and something dark peeled itself out of the treeline— a shape of claws and smoke that shrieked like broken metal. Taren screamed. Kaelira shifted before she knew she had moved. And the forest, for the first time, looked back.

“No. With her mirror. A reflection made manifest. She banished him when he grew too powerful, when he tried to rewrite the balance. But his hatred survived. It became a realm of its own. A prison built on vengeance.” Sera’s voice cracked. “And he took my daughter there.” The Oracle raised a trembling hand and pointed to the horizon. “Then you must enter the place even gods fear.” The ritual required blood. Not just any blood, but the Queen’s. Sera stood at the altar carved into the mountain’s skull. The winds screamed. Kael stood behind her, sword drawn, barely able to keep his footing. The Oracle slit her own palm and mixed her blood with Sera’s in the chalice.

Sensing her excitement and ignorance, the group of orc bandits nodded at each other as they walked away from their brethren – spreading their position to surround the location of the high-priced Halfling. A single slaughter butterfly immerged from her shadow and bit her neck – transferring its information into her mind upon contact. It gave Cent the rough idea of the orcs that strategically surrounded her. Since she was now fully aware of the movement of the orcs at her back, her raven eyes watched the group of boar-like creatures through the crystal ball at the shelf of the witch. “Oh-ho, such a bold move.”

The orc looks away from the girl and starts to move toward me with a trace of drool on its lower lip. It appears to be making a grab for me as it extends a hand toward me. With a single swoop of my knife, I sever all of its fingers. The orc scowls and then yells loudly. I roll and swerve to the side to get a clear shot at its neck. Unfortunately, before my knife can even make contact with its neck, it manages to swing its arm at me. I immediately jumped back to avoid the impact.

Balance. The scale didn't have to be Kael against Ronan. It could be the Dead against the Living. "Mama Sira, take the ledger!" I shouted. "Child, what are you doing?" "I’m going to balance the books." I didn't reach for Kael’s soul. I reached for the pack bonds. All of them. I pressed my marked palm against the silver thread on my chest and I bit my tongue, the iron taste of blood filling my mouth. I used the Orphan blood to bridge the gap between the ancestral bones and the shadow-network of the pack.

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.

] Umm… system I know you don't want to spoil me or act secretive but you could have at least told me their names. Forget it. The destroyer is the 3rd evolution of the Orcs right, that means I should not worry when I stumble upon an orc camp in the future. I'm pretty confident in taking it down quite easily with the strength I have amassed. Well, I do need my other hand for it. [Host have increased chance of receiving skills of the Orc race when using Gluttony] Oh ho! I forgot about that part of gluttony, how did my chances increase by the way?

“It’s your turn to update the gamer log. Observe the boss’ attack patterns so the new farmers know what to do. Orcs might not drop useful crafting materials. However, they drop free weapons that can be sold and used. If anything, they are a great source of scrap material that I can recreate into other useful objects.” Agreeing to become the librarian and healer when required, Zen let Akiko take command of the operation.

Ophelia felt shiver down her spine, the blonde man had never looked so menacing. “A siren,” he asked happily, before bursting into a chilling laughter, “this is gold, we caught the rare creature, a vampire’s great meal.” “Do you want us to tell the queen? Or better yet do you want to have a taste of the rare blood they speak so highly of,” the other man said, Ophelia could now tell he was a warlock, ugh, so warlock now risks their coven by working with jerks. “No… we will make her the main event,” “But…” “Shut up Nick, we make her the main event, kill whoever buys her and make her the main event again. After we have accumulated enough money, I will drink her dry.”