The Ogre Novels & Stories

"Yes! Yes, Takkar will protect home and my new family!" My heart couldn't take the cuteness he showed off as it made me smile. How can they abandon such an adorable creature? Then I learned from Nera, a water nymph I made friends with at a nearby lake behind the farmhouse, that ogres treat their offsprings as the next newly born warrior. They are trained the day they can learn to walk and be strong enough to wield a weapon.

The Dryad character from Greek mythology appears in the fantasy story The Chronicles of Narnia as a female spirit that comes from trees. 17. Ogre Ogre is usually described as a giant, evil and a monster. We usually encounter stories about Ogres in fairy tales and folklore. If in the art world the Ogre is depicted with a large head, long hair and beard, greedy, and has a strong body. And in the story they often annoy humans. 18. Samael

“Who do you think you are to keep me against my will?” Derek didn't reply. In fact, he was stunned by the sudden outbursts. Derek's silence encouraged Lewis to continue. “I think you are feeling like Stygian. Kidnapping and threatening people like it was legal.” Paulo couldn't hold back his laugh anymore. He let out a short mocking life before controlling himself again. Derek was amused by Lewis' ignorance. “Just so you know, young man. I'm Derek Stygian.” Lewis wanted to laugh but his brain quickly calculated everything that had happened. He had never met Stygian before but everything he heard and saw here were similar to the things he had heard about him.

A voice calls as I get off my bike. Checking my body for damage, I catch a glimpse of something slinking up from the side of one of the empty warehouses. It’s a female with heavy breasts. She’s covered in thick auburn fur, and she’s followed by werewolf pack members of all shapes and sizes. Her scent is a heavy cinnamon musk---alpha.

I asked Keezy, who I spotted hanging back at the edge of the clearing. “I never thought I would actually see this.” He sounded awestruck. A bunch of ogres swimming around a naked boy in the middle of a forest — prettys sure no one ever thought they’d see this. “This is the Dance of the Ogre Magi,” said Keezy in hushed tones. “Beautiful.” For those who have never seen an ogre up close, take it from me, there was nothing beautiful about what I was witnessing. Big, hairy ogres with faces like bulldogs sucking on stinging nettles do not inspire the setting up of a canvas and easel.

Judging from it's movements, it doesn't seem like the ogre was aiming for them. "The gravekeeper, what is it doing here?" Horan said, before checking around to see any minions following it. Two headed ogre holds another name, 'The Gravekeeper', because everywhere it stepped, a mass icy plague emerged from it's monstrous feet, killing the land. Raon shook his head. Not only the dark elves were strange, the ogre which was supposed to belong to the underworld was also here in the forest of dreams. "...just what is happening?" Raon muttered.

“7th Sword, Huckleberry, greets the Ogre.” Ogre, a name that was unfamiliar to most people but well-known amongst the ranks of the supernatural. That was the name of the absolute monarch of Ogre’s Nest. His appearance and location were a mystery, and not even his closest confidantes knew what he looked like. Ogre ruled by passing down orders through the 7 Swords, his direct subordinates. Even the 7 Swords had not seen Ogre before; but there were rumours that the 1st Sword had been graced with Ogre’s appearance before. Professor Huckleberry was known to the world as a meek old man who loved laughter and playful banter; but his true identity was this: He was the

“Your Majesty, only an ogre is left standing. One of the healers was able to heal him.” The ogre was pushed down to his knees. Alexander eyed him with no emotion, silently assessing his defiant look. Two huge fangs should have been present, and now he was left with half of both. His mouth dripping in green blood. “Who is your master?” “…” The ogre’s challenging stare was unwavering. And Alexander, having none of his attitude, walked closer, reached out to his face, and easily pulled out one of his fangs. “Aaaaaaaaaghh!” The ogre screamed in pain.

It’s time to turn around. I felt a breeze to the right side of me. I quickly moved left and turned toward my opponent at the same time. A huge club-like object slammed into the ground right where I had been sitting only moments before. I didn’t flinch when I stared at the large black eyes that were focused on me. I had never encountered an ogre before. I had however learned of how aggressive they were. They killed for food and right now it thinks I am its prey. Snot dripped from its wide nose, and saliva drained down its chin. Its skin reminded me of green olives. This thing was big. When I stand in Lycan form, I am around nine or ten feet tall. This thing was easily twelve to fourteen feet

Maya said with a worried look, the roaring sound of ogre was getting nearer. He picked up his dagger and held her hand. "Stay with me," he gave her a warning look. She nodded. Walking cautiously through the shrubs, he led her towards their horse. "Holy Shiva!" Rudra muttered as the 12 feet tall ogre suddenly appeared in front of him. "Aryan! " Maya screamed as he pushed her away. She fell on the soft grass and watched in terror. Aryan charged towards the ogre unafraid. How can he fight against an ogre! She thought.