The Lady And The Orc Novels & Stories

A long table of polished black granite dominated the center, its surface inlaid with a living map of the eastern borderlands: rivers of liquid shadow, mountains carved from amethyst, the demonkin frontier marked in pulsing crimson veins that shifted slowly, as though breathing. King Alaric stood at the head, hands braced on the table’s edge. His black-and-silver robes fell like spilled night around him; the thorn crown rested lightly on his brow, rubies catching the violet light from floating orbs above. Victoria stood to his right—armor traded for a high-collared gown of deep burgundy, auburn hair braided with obsidian beads. Raven stood to Victoria’s left, small in her black-and-crimson tr

"Joey, it's getting really hot. It feels much harder than earlier now." Staring at it with wide eyes, she inched closer out of curiosity. As she did, her lips parted slightly, revealing the tip of her tongue. It felt like I was going to lose my mind. Just her hand wasn't going to cut it. I wanted her to use her mouth. "That's a good sign. Now that you've gotten the blood moving, it's beginning to swell even more. You need to use your mouth to suck the trapped blood out now." As soon as Wendy heard that, shock spread across her face, along with a hint of excitement.

Losing that one person is akin to stabbing someone to death. The pain is unbearable and couldn’t be put into words. Only hearts could speak the words and tears could convey the emotions deeply concealed. “From her words, it seems like devils are adamant on becoming an immortal and ascend to divinity. But why do orcs need her baby’s core? In the first place, orcs don’t want to mingle with other creatures.” The sparrow mother told us that an orc was chasing her after killing her husband for his core. She finally ran away from the orc when we met her, hence her attitude.

Lorcan turned to Oric, eyes searching, almost pleading for him to say something—anything. Oric caught the look and shook his head. “Oh… don’t look at me like that,” he said, with a false bravado. He leaned back, hands folded, his face turned away from Lorcan to the left. “Look… I don’t care how this ends. I just… I just don’t want that thing to be my Lu...” Morrigana’s voice cut in “Come on, Lorcan. Impress me. Give me a better idea than making her look like the treacherous little snake she is.” Morrigana said like she was expecting a disappointing response

Wilbur picked up the thin sword and the book, glancing at them before tossing them into his demiplane. Just then, the alluring lady emerged from the lake, blood trickling down one corner of her mouth. Wilbur's blow had completely destroyed her internal organs.

Within minutes they enter the room, and seconds later, Lady Lana walks in behind them. "King Zion, who may these people be?" She asks. "This is my Beta Orian, His mate Jessica, and the little pup is Odett," I say as she greets them one by one with a handshake till she gets to Odett, and she gasps. "Is something wrong, Lady Lana?" I ask "Two hybrids in one place, You are a lucky man, my King." She says, and I'm shocked. "How did she know either are hybrids? And did she address you as her king?" Orian links me.

"What's with everyone calling me a damsel!" "The lady is a dark witch and she was involved in the killing of vampires in the eastern empire. Vandor was trying to get information of how to get to her companions.You weren't able to see her true form cause she used an illusion spell." "Really,I guess I'm just getting used to this whole dark witch issue," she said in a relaxing tone. "Now why were you so mad at him?" Avan asked"You wouldn't be that mad if you don't actually feel something for him."

But this was a different realm, I didn't expect her to be this revealing. She suddenly let out a laugh, it was the most pleasing sound I had ever heard. "Right, I forget that you are very old. This is my nightgown, this is how we dressed in this era. It's called shorts and a tank top." She said as she flipped the book, then stopped when she sees the title The Damnation Curse of the Sorceress.

Behind her someone screamed and she turned at the sound of the word “Spectral” She saw it moving rapidly along the lower ramparts as it shifted in and out of visibility, but when it was visible it was blacker than anything she’d ever seen. It crawled like a giant spider but it was more twisted than that, more grotesque. Where it attacked the person screamed as the creature slashed and pulled them apart with its claws. Lisa felt her gut wrenching but not in fear, in anger. She could taste the Magic, taste the darkness of it and it made her feel sick. Without thinking she jumped from the wall and clambered quickly down to the lower ramparts. Nela yelled at her but she was already to far ahead

said the lady again, making Orla turn her head in her direction. The lady has called her so many times but every time Orla has just ignored her. Not only her voice but also the lady herself, appear to be divine. Her features were delicate, and her skin was a clear white. Orla forgot about her worries for a moment because her face was so serene and radiant that she couldn't blink or think of anything else. Like the moon, the face reflected radiance and charm. Her presence was so warm that the room suddenly became hot.