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.

Orcs. Three of them, two seated on fallen logs, their loincloths hanging loose between their thick thighs. One paced the ground, muttering something in a deep voice, shaking his head. I’d never seen orcs up close before. I heard tales about their size, their animalistic strength, and imagined a much more monstrous sight—perhaps slobbering tusks or idiotic personalities... I had imagined nothing like these.

"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."

She said his name, her voice breaking sadly. “I just can’t be that mate…” He sighed. “I am so sorry, Kelly.” He proceeded to stand on his feet. Placing his hands in his pockets, he continued, “The Oracle is tomorrow night. You just turned eighteen last week; you’re still young. It’s a great place to find someone.” The Oracle was a ceremony that happened once a year. It was for werewolves to find a mate, but you had to be eighteen and above to attend. Everyone in the pack that could attend always did. Even the alpha of the pack and his Luna.

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

The brightest star beside him would always be Serena. I existed only as the dark background that made the two of them shine. Over the following weeks, I traveled through unfamiliar places and slowly let my worries fall away. Adrian occasionally found new numbers from which to message me. He told me that he and Serena had gone to the French restaurant where we used to have our dates. He told me he had fired Serena and wanted to apologize in person. He told me he was miserable and asked whether I would come back to see him. I never answered. I simply blocked each new number.

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.