The Orc From The Office Novels & Stories

"Yeah, Mr. Pearson. It isn't even April Fool's today. Are you pranking us?" I looked at them, making sure to scan every single face. Anyone in this room could be the one trashing me online. I clenched my fists. "It's not a prank. Starting today, our company is going to model itself after other corporations. Everyone should have no objections, right?" For a moment, my office went dead silent. Some people looked conflicted, others stayed silent, but ultimately, none of them could change my decision. Barely a moment later, that account made another post. "I have no idea what set my dumb boss off, but he suddenly canceled our days off and free vacations.

Mother! The two orcs are about to slam me with their bats so I just close my eyes. It's the end of me. I wasn't careful. I can't go home to- Grrrooooaaaaarrrrr!!!! I just opened my eyes when I heard a scream of an orc and there I saw Cayden who looked very bad at the Orcs who were now lying down and lifeless. Crap. How did he do that? To kill the two orcs in a matter of seconds? But right, Gen said, isn't this the strongest? Why do I always forget this?

Just then the door burst open, she stopped, letting out a breath of relief. I looked at the intruders, Orion and Ophelia, Carlos was behind them too. Orion walked straight to me, “You placed me in the sales department.” He shrieked. “Yes.” “I’m meant to be a director or manager at least. How can you make me serve others like a lowlife.” Ophelia’s eyes shone with venom, “Who’s this woman?” She spat, “Is this why you won’t take things further, You’re cheating on me?” she shrieked.

I sucked in a breath to stop myself from squealing. “That won’t do it, Duma,” he grunted with a frown. “Can’t just barge in and ask a’money. Got to have... wotsit. Leavening.” The smaller orc, who until then had stared deeply into the flames of their campfire, chuckled softly. “You mean leverage, Mahk. Got to put on the pressure.” His eyes glittered a bright orange, highlighted by the firelight. Even in spite of his monstrous tusks, which protruded from his bottom jaw and covered his top lip, he had a rugged handsomeness about him. By his build, he looked to be more human-sized, though still larger than the biggest guard in our town center.

"I don't know if this is considered progress, but…" Before I could finish my sentence, Lucian roared so loudly from his office that I could feel the tremble in the air. "Soren Andulf! Get into my office right now!" Soren's smile froze on his face, and it even looked a little like he had died a little.

Orc. "Our conversation is over. I won't bother you again. Let me know when you come to see Elif. so I won't disturb you!" My bewilderment spilled over the room and spread all over the place. Orkun had to insist. He wasn't supposed to leave me as I am, without him. With one last glance, he left the room and slammed the outer door. A destruction was beginning to take place in the house. I closed my eyes at the sound and set out to prove to myself that my shock must have been

But his eyes—sharp amber eyes—held the unmistakable intelligence and wariness of an Alpha protecting his territory. "Well, well," he said, his accent distinctly Yorkshire. "What have we here? Two strangers washing up on our riverbank like dead fish." I forced myself to remain calm, even as my protective instincts screamed at me to shield Orion from their scrutiny. "Please," I said, keeping my voice steady and non-threatening. "My mate is unconscious. He's in a trance—a supernatural condition. We're not here to cause trouble. We just need help." The farmer-Alpha's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Trance? That's a convenient story. More likely he's unconscious from whatever fight you two were runn

Sir Hugo steps into the arena. ‘First to fight is Ornak and Grim,’ he announces. Two orcs, around nine and ten years old, appear and face each other. They pound their chest with their fists as Sir Hugo counts down from three. The orcs spread their feet apart and grip each other’s arms firmly. They use all their strength to try and pin each other down. Ornak releases his grip from Grim’s arms and sweeps his foot around, making Grim fall back. Grim immediately jumps back up and lunges towards Ornak. They roll a few times until Ornak successfully keeps Grim down. Sir Hugo holds Ornak’s arm up high, ‘Ornak wins the round,’ he declares.

Maria pointed her eyes towards the angry orc, dissatisfaction written on his face when something odd began to occur. "Ria, look at its forearm!" Richard yelled out in alarm as Maria pointed her transformed ruby eyes on the orc and saw a series of glowing black tattoos appear on its robust forearm. Moments later, Richard and Maria stood there stunned to see the orc’s hand had somehow managed to grow back. Snatching his weapon from the severed hand that lay resting on the ground, the orc growled. The orc raised its battle-ax, ready to smash Richard and Maria with it when Richard yet again protected them using the same attack from before. The strength of the orc was taking a toll on Richard, wh

One orc says. “I want hunt food. Hungry.” Another one grunts in anger. A smacking sound follows. “Ouch! Stop. Pain…” The complaining of the first orc clearly heard. Cleo nods to Caspian and the others in silent conversation. So, Alirion has enlisted the services of these orcs. What were they promised by the sneaky fairy? Caspian signals to their group to surround the arguing orcs. It appears there are just three of them in sight. They can handle this easily.