The Lady And The Orc Novels & Stories

“Not tonight, witch.” Mirelda’s scream tore through the forest. It was not human—it was the death cry of something ancient, bound to the woods themselves. Her blood poured over the earth, black and smoking, sinking into the soil. The ground heaved, roots twisting violently as if the forest itself rejected her fall. Thorne staggered mid-duel, the death of her sister breaking her concentration. Her shadows faltered. Eloria seized the opening, both hands crackling with raw lightning. With a snarl, she hurled the bolt into Thorne’s chest.

That was the way it went between the lady of the manor and an upstart chancer. It felt like an age or two before Lexi's lashes fluttered, and she opened up her eyes to look straight at him. The brown of her eyes that he knew so well was shot through with gold. There was a flush on her cheeks that made his cock feel heavy. The look on her face made his fingers itch to tear off her clothes and see where else that flush touched.

Lilith's POV Even as calm as the Lady, she opened her eyes wide in surprise. Then the Lady turned to Orion, her tone stern and strict, “How long are you going to keep your head in the sand?!” Orion also looked surprised. I have never seen the lady this angry. I mean, she was fierce alright. All those years, she was the one protecting us against the drunks, the mean bosses, the ill-intended rogues. In short, the whole world.

"The Luna of the Werewolves appeared before the Lord of Vampires…" Could it be the same Luna that the Lord of Vampires challenged earlier? The Lord of Vampires was startled by how she managed to appear before him. He has already concluded long ago that she has lost all her powers but yet she still managed to break through the spells protecting the Vampires coven. He had long waited for her to show up all this while but she didn't but here she is… She looked extremely beautiful in the long silky dress that she was putting on. She looked just like a human but the only distinguishable character was her eyeballs; halved yellow and black that shimmered like the sun and moon.

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

But this presence-it reminds me of a vixen. She smells like him. Like Orion. Like blood. I turn around and grab the woman's shoulder. Everyone around us freezes as she turns around, her eyebrow raised at my hand. Red, flaming hair. Dressed in all black. It's Lara-the woman who is in cohorts with Orion. Images flash through my mind. Images of her frightened face...she cowers before a monster-a twisted form that is half-wolf, half-human. Kieran...the Alpha of Palus lies before her. His innards have been removed and his throat is torn open.

'Her tears fell as she closed her eyes and prepared herself to be torn into pieces. The manticores rejoiced seeing how easily Eleena gave up her life. The closest manticore launched himself and opened its mouth widely, ready to take a big bite off of Eleena's soft flesh. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt the manticore getting closer but it never came. All she heard was a loud thud and a scream.

The orchestra band started with their new piece. Now, slower tempo than the first one to align with the theme of the earl and his Feledencian escort, who was clad with elegant ballgown and astonishingly adorned with expensive shimmering gems especially the little floral flowers on her head. Resting her soft as fabric palms on top of Lord Syford’s left shoulder, Lady Francesca extended the remaining free arm to the side midair. The earl graciously caught her free hand in the air and intertwined it with his callous palms, soothing his arms to relax.

"Who I am is not important but just so you know, I am not your enemy." Nyxoria raised a brow, crossing her arms. “Really? If you’re not my enemy, then why are you hiding your face?” Even though her face was hidden, Nyxoria could feel the woman’s gentle smile. "Even if I show you my face, my dear Nyxoria, you will forget it once you wake up." the unknown lady uttered. Nyxoria blinked, a little confused. “So... this is a dream?” “Yes,” the woman nodded. “And I am Ora.”

Lucian's cynic laughter filled his chamber. "What are you doing in his body," Lady Tamar said as her hands flickers with sparkles of light. "What? this is my body, just the dark side of him," he said. "Now move away from my sight," Lucian added with a smirk. lady Tamar was helpless, fighting him will hurt him and she does not wish to hurt him. That moment she felt the presence of the old witch. "Lady Thea," lady Tamar called her name as the Two turned their back and saw her approaching them, in her hand is a candle.