Space Orcs Novels & Stories

“The Black Forest. And from here, going all the way East, we have the Uncharted Lands. Home of the Orcs.” Ayla shivered when she heard the word Orc. While the humans were created by Inoss to fill Aylarra, so were the Orcs made by Beliar to kill the humans and the other races and conquer the planet. Her eyes moved to Nordmar—the only kingdom to have magic ore.

And a greenish goo sprayed around the area… The monster spat out another pained cry as it flew away from my position. It tumbled down, gasping until it died. [You killed an Orc] +1 kill "Ah, I should finish the rest!" Two more Orcs jumped out from the hole on the wall, this time they are holding some kind of wooden clubs. Nails and sharp glass was pierced on to them, like some sort of zombie apocalypse weapon. "Where the hell did they get that!?" I'm a bit frustrated but I think I could still defeat them.

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

We didn’t have to live apart anymore, which we were all grateful for. As we sit in our temporary home we share, I continue to brainstorm ideas of how to track our leader. There has been times over the years when other Alpha’s would occasionally try to take us over and force us to merge into their much larger pack. They tried to make us submit. But it’s in Ryker’s nature to protect us. His father must have been a true Alpha which would make Ryker one as well. We are all that is left to my knowledge. Now we follow him out of faith and loyalty. As it has always been the four of us, we are now well known as Orion’s Guild, or the OG for short. We are an elite team of Rogue Hunters, rogues of all

Adrian claimed the travel budget was too tight and told me to stay home until he and Serena returned from their business trip. They called it work, but Serena's social media feed was unusually lively. One moment she was posing in a picturesque coastal town; the next, she was drinking tea on a balcony after the rain. Adrian had always hated unnecessary activities, yet he spent three hours making pottery with her at a craft studio. Then one of the associates accidentally posted a message in the firm's group chat.

Luka spoke for the first time since I logged on an hour ago. I kept my mouth shut because he seemed to be in a sour mood. After walking a little longer, we reached a female Gnome, sitting in the center of a forest, throwing darts lazily at the ground. Approaching her, she snapped her head up to look at us and jumped up until she was standing.

He wore two silver earrings, one on each ear depicting a roaring dragon and a tied dark red headband. He breathed in deep, enjoying the scent of pine and honey suckle while listening to the sounds of birds chirping. He enjoyed the stillness of the woods. It provided a sense of peace he rarely got to enjoy. He had lived in the Zlona-Sintar village his whole life. It was a tiny village nestled deep in the Sintar Woods, the most treacherous woodland in the land of Ocrad, ruled by the Ishtar Dynasty. Kronos had only experienced brief glimpses of the outside world when he was away on work assignments for his people, the pride and fierce descendants of the dragons that had once called Ocrad home,

I paced across the room, my heart racing as the echoes of my last dream still clung to my skin. The furies. The whispered warnings, the icy grips, and the terror—they were becoming more real with every passing day. The eerie connection between me and the Underworld was no longer something I could brush aside.

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.

"Not much until I get a detailed map. There are generally two roads. The long road goes through a system called Anvil 206. The system is heavily fortified and is a frontline in the struggle against the Ork menace. I can go deeper on that subject later. The shorter and faster route is the 'Orar passage'. It is a direct route, practically a straight line towards the system. However it brings us very close to the GrailDark Nebula which hides mainly Chaos Raiders and Eldar Corsairs. Orks will be present in that area as well, but compared to the others, they are less of a threat." Howard continued: "We know a bit about Chaos, or at least where they come from. What about these Orks you mentioned?"