The Ogre Novels & Stories

Lola her blood went cold when she thought about helpless babies being burnt alive. Tristan gritted his teeth and spoke to the flames, “Since then we have been entrapped by the Grey Oak clan to follow their ruthless regime. Founded by Noah his grandfather, passed to his father, and 6 years ago to Noah. Poisoning all wolves with cruelty and a hunger for power. But we keep remembering the Fire Wolves because we know this is not the path the moon goddess intended for werewolves. I can feel in my bones that one day they will return. We just have to be worthy of them again.”

She screamed, gasping air as she continued. “There are about six of them, scary, large and very much ugly.” Lyra explained, hoping to get their help. “Patrick come with me, we need to help Owen before it's too late, ogres are bloodthirsty creatures, they love to feast on humans.” A young man in the village said as they followed. “Lead the way.” Patrick said, as they run swiftly, making sure to get there in time. Ogres unaware of the danger they'll face caused disturbance in the forest, felling trees and destroying rocks as they caused turmoils here and there.

OGRE Antius stood on the riverbank. The night was cold, the wind howled through the branches that were shaped like fingers. The trees were watching him. Watching his every step, he was sure about it. There is nothing that he could do. Nothing…the sorceress he loved has left him for another. He needed to act fast. He wasn't a type of man that will sit down and think a plan; his plan was always to act fast. So, he did. He rushed up the mountain, up a step goat path. He waited and waited. Nobody came. He waited. The ground shook; Antinus turned and saw a large ogre standing behind him.

The sound of his shift was thunder in the small space. I pressed myself against the back wall of the cave, and my legs gave out. The stone bit into my back. The heat still pulsed through me, a sick rhythm that made everything blur at the edges, and I watched the fight like it was happening underwater. Bastian's wolf was a monster. Black fur, one ear torn, shoulders thick as boulders. He caught the first rogue by the throat and threw it against the cave wall hard enough that I heard bones crack. But the second rogue was already on his flank, and the third circled toward the fire, toward me.

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

He says and makes her stand and turns her around. A hard slap lands on her ass making her bend forward. He grabs her waist and hoists it up making her ass stick up towards him. He spits on her entrance and rubs it. "No no no!! UGH—!!! She gets cut off as he holds a vibrator against her bundle of nerves. She screams and cries out at the sensation; her whole body feels nothing but pain. He waits no more and lines his hardness on her entrance and enters her hard. She screams out as another shock of pleasure goes straight to the pit of her stomach. "Please." She begs as he starts pounding in her in an animalistic pace. He squeezes her breasts from behind causing her to squeeze her eyes and throw

Backing up a step, he swallowed harshly, his Adam’s apple bobbing, as his eyes widen with terror. CHAPTER 2 The ogrism eyes were yellow and cold. Its entire front was stained with blood, and from its mouth hung a limp human arm. One look into the monster's eyes and Abednego knew this was the thing, it was the exact creature, that had wished to kill his earlier. There was no way Abednego could think of that would hide the fact he saw the ogrism in front of him, his fear was too vivid and much too obvious. Dropping the arm from its mouth, the ogrism's

I observed Alpha Deucalion as I saw him lift his ears. "Where you seek silence, you shall find," I heard him say. "Held tightly," he instructed. He began to run with me until we were in a strange part of the forest. The trees were greener and looked like they were glowing. I spotted a river not too far from us. I was surprised that it wasn't moving, it was still just as my dad had said. My eyes widen frightened. I couldn't believe the place truly did exist. I slowly came off Alpha Deucalion's large werewolf motioning to it, to touch it. As I was about to, I stood still seeing an elderly lady with grey hairs and attired in brown clothes before us.

The place became awash with light, and the priestess chanted hard, Zane's blood flowing down to the fire. He suddenly fell on his knees as his legs twisted, his body shaking like he was about to shift as his wolf struggled to break free, while his human attempted to keep it inside. He let out a blood curling scream, and his eyes turned a gradual grey. The image of a black wolf started to form in front of him as he looked down, his breaths short, his body trembling. Once the image of the wolf formed completely, Alpha Zane's eyes suddenly closed, and he fell to the floor.