The Ogre Novels & Stories

The mage was entirely too much trouble. The ogre’s efforts had left sweat in rings beneath the arms of his threadbare, homespun tunic, and beaded on his forehead. Unlike the hearth tales, his skin was not green, nor his pate bald. He had a head of red ringlets that, cleaned and groomed, would not have looked out of place on the head of a village girl going to the fair. His brow was heavy, his jaw under bitten and strong, and his nose was flattened by comparison, the bridge wide.

The child was born in Kattegat. His mother only saw him shortly before passing away from the pain of childbirth. Ragnar grew up among his father's other children and with his stepmother Alfhildr. At his first steps, he already sported a huge bump on his small arched back. He grew quickly and had a small strength greater than that of other children his age. However, he waddled to the side and dragged his left shoulder on which was resting his hump. Even though he was the most helpful and the bravest, ready to climb trees to pick fruit or a little more skillful than his little friends during small hunting trips, his physical appearance got him to be a little put aside and his excessive strengt

Guards stand in-between the crowd and the ox carts that are being pulled out of the palace grounds down below. Morrigan's hand went to her mouth. Feeling nauseous at the scene down below. She shook her head and watch in horror as Frey and Aries were brought out in public. Their clothes were tattered from lashes. Their white inner clothes were icky with grime and blood. Frey's hair that is usually in a clean bun is disheveled. Aries walks with a limping leg, obviously a fresh injury for he could still walk straight before they were dragged away last night. The couple suffered from a form of torture inside the dungeon. Morrigan couldn't imagine how the couple manage to take those kinds of lash

I said and started to pace up and down again. “Levi, breathe. Talk to me, tell me something,” he said. “Something I don’t know.” “In 1986 Lake Nyos in Cameroon exploded,” I said and he started to laugh. “1700 people died from the degassing of the 1.6 million tons of carbon-dioxide that was released and the cloud that formed was a 160 feet high.” “Shit, that’s terrible,” he said. “What else?” “The largest living organism on the planet is a honey fungus in Oregon. It spreads across 2.4 miles in the Blue Mountains,” I said and sat down. “This isn’t helping.”

From a distance, I could already see the red flag hanging above a cliff in a dead-end area. As soon as I got close enough to climb, a massive ogre came charging at me. Lisa, no way around it! Time to play! I thought, unleashing all of Lisa’s energy and shifting fully into my wolf form. Ogres were terrifying creatures—brutally strong and insanely tough. It wasn’t an easy fight. Every time I managed to sink my teeth into a weak spot, he’d counterattack right away, forcing me to back off. I kept wondering how long he could hold up while I tore through his tendons one by one with my fangs.

"Brandur is one. You remember he is called The Destroyer?" She fought back the gratifying smile that tugged at her lips with his growing unease. Maybe she could scare him enough into abandoning his plan and tell her where baby Brand was before the wolves caught up to them. "And they are not just regular wolves," she continued. "They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea."

I screamed and he was instantly at my side. "Hey, hey relax im here. Don't say anything, it will distract him."he whispered. With my body shaking, I saw Ozymandius's hands turn to claws. The creature started circling him, but he was quick enough to pin him on the floor. Ozymandius's body was on top of him, his fangs perfectly escaping from his mouth. " Who are you and why the fuck are you here?" he growled. His voice was so loud that I covered my ears with my hands.

Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this? The golden beast lumbered toward them, then stopped directly in front of Drago, letting out a low growl, steam puffing from it’s huge nostrils. When Drago growled in return, Madchen jumped, trying to free herself from Drago’s grip, but he wasn’t letting her go.

He sat up in his chair and straightened his suit, not because it was wrinkled though- Megan suspected it was more of an habit with him than anything else, a mannerism whenever he wanted to say something serious. "Like I told you earlier," he began soon after, "Olympus is the United Nation's Covert Affairs Department on Threat Assessment and Response's paramilitary division. We're an autonomous unit that monitors the activities of the world for anything that can put it in danger, and respond when such threat arises with every resource at our disposal." "Resources which happen to include three superpowered teenagers," she completed for him. He nodded affirmative, smiling presumably at the way

He blinked up through blurry eyes, wiping at his tears, and then— His heart stopped. A monstrous figure loomed above him. "Grahhhhhhhh!" The creature was unlike anything he had ever seen. Towering, grotesque. Three times the size of a normal wolf. Its eyes burned a hellish red, gleaming with an unnatural hunger. Claws, long and curved, glinted under the weak moonlight. Saliva dripped from jagged teeth as it growled, a sound so deep it rattled through Logan’s bones.