The Lady And The Orc Novels & Stories

The Overlord snarled, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate as his mate faltered, her energy waning. “Now,” Raphael’s voice growled through our shared mind, and we both knew what had to be done. With a feral snarl, we launched ourselves at them, claws outstretched. This time, we aimed not just for the Overlord, but for his mate—the source of his strength. We tore into her side with all the power we could muster, our claws ripping through her corrupted flesh. She screamed, her form unraveling, the dark magic that bound them together collapsing.

I managed to defend Vlad from two orcs who were wisely attacking in a combo motion. Vlad was right; they are a little smarter than I give them credit for. One orc tried to smash Vlad with his stone-like weapon from the left while the other tried to punch Vlad from the right with his woodlike hatchet. I swiftly chomped the leg of the latter orc and instantly threw him away back outside the dome since the orc from the left was still having his sweet time lifting his heavy stone-like weapon. After I threw the first orc, I pounced on the second one and bit his heart out. It timingly landed in front of Vlad, and that must have given him an idea. He desperately instructed me to bring more orcs' he

That had been their first encounter with the Legion. Orcus' business partners were already dead on the floor and when Aurelia stepped through the door, she looked directly into the gray wavy eyes of a black-haired, tall and broad-shouldered Elevender who jumped at Orcus with incredible speed. Her intuition guided her steps and she just managed to catch him, collided with him and they went to the ground together, wrestling wildly with their hands. They threw themselves into a deadly duel, which Viktor, who at that time already had more combat experience than she, soon turned in his favor and nailed her under him.

She couldn't accept that the amnesiac orphan she had relentlessly bullied—the one who couldn't even keep a simple bone pendant—was actually the most exalted Lycan Princess on the continent! "You're just a cripple with a failing wolf! You're a mutt! What right do you have to sit there?!" Kira pointed at me, her face completely twisted in envy. Ryker didn't even turn his head. He couldn't be bothered to look at such a lowly creature. He just coldly raised a hand and gave a signal. The two hulking Lycan guards flanking me moved instantly, appearing in front of Kira in the blink of an eye.

One orc says. “I want hunt food. Hungry.” Another one grunts in anger. A smacking sound follows. “Ouch! Stop. Pain…” The complaining of the first orc clearly heard. Cleo nods to Caspian and the others in silent conversation. So, Alirion has enlisted the services of these orcs. What were they promised by the sneaky fairy? Caspian signals to their group to surround the arguing orcs. It appears there are just three of them in sight. They can handle this easily.

Too exhausted from their flight, the group felt sleepy and hungry, and hastened to find a table for themselves. Only one table was empty, except one seat, that was taken by a female orc. Her profile was almost obscured with the dim light, but she was strongly built and was wearing an armour. A lethal looking axe laid beside her free hand on the table. She grunted her approval when the group asked if they could sit there. The orc seemed disinterested in engaging in their conversation, and neither of the group felt much like talking anyway. Aelanor called the barkeep, and asked her for pheasant and lamb stew with greens, and a plate of herb rice.

“Orcs have been behind these walls for centuries. They haven’t seen a female in all that time. They talked about a bonding that is like ours. Of course, it is probably the same thing, but it has been misconstrued. They want to find their mates, mates that a goddess said she would provide soon.” “The Moon Goddess?” Ondi said as she came to her son, touching her forehead to his. “I believe so. The Orcs said she glowed blue and had a crescent moon on her head. Can’t think of any other goddess that does that.” “And do you think some of those women down there could be a mate of theirs?” Orion bobbed his head back and forth.

Almost walking for 30 minutes straight in dark forest that lady halted at an abandon looking cave, she took off her black cloak and stretched her both hands out and spread them wide, she than leaned her head back and started chanting something with her eyes closed, very soon her tiny red colored sparks started coming out form tip of her fingers in meantime Draco and Jasmine both hid themselves behind trunk of a big tree and kept watching ahead. “Who is she..?” Jasmine whispered question Draco but before he could answer her back ‘BANGgggggggggggg’ a loud noise got echoed in their surrounding simultaneously a strong beam of RED colored rays got spread around forest and almost blinded their vis

Unfortunately for him, I couldn't stop what had gotten into me. A very loud scream brought me to my logical mind, I then clearly saw what I had done. Someone threw me off the guy who lay on the ground. I widened my eyes in horror then rushed to pick my spectacles that got thrown off during the fight. I had never fought in school or at home no matter what, I had never fought before in my life except for now. Did I just kill the man? My heart started beating faster and the tingling sensation on my arms grew rapidly.

Kaelric wasn't intimidated by tense power dynamics as fights never ensued during an auction—but a king's body would be found cold on his way back. The Orc Lord spat on the ground, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth, “Ten thousand pure gold coins!” He said more in a challenging tone than an offer. The cave remained silent for a second and no one else made a higher bid. “The s-sword goes to Lord Orc, for ten t-thousand gold coins.” The globin declared and Lord Orc stood to his bare feet, beating his chest in triumph. He marched to the front, dropping a satchel of coins and the globin only fiddled its weight to confirm the amount. Lord Orc lifted the sword to the air, “Time to slay thy