The Orc Novels & Stories

that the money lent by the orphanage was just enough to last for a month. Good thing that my orphanage had an educational program which helped me finish high school and this aided me to get a job easily at the inventory department of Lyla’s Café. I must admit that everything went smoothly, maybe I was truly lucky. However, I still wanted to have that space wherein I don't have to think about anything, but even though I do, I don't want to become an empty space which is who I am at the moment. My thoughts went to a halt when I heard a loud bang from a harshly closed door and when I traced as to where it came from I saw a young lady wearing a light, white cocktail dress with hair so soft as t

She took a few steps in an attempt to get closer to the couple when the room disappeared, and she flew across mountains, green hills, villages, and rivers until she was in front of the Royal Palace of Nordmar. The walls surrounding the Warrior Clan were almost entirely destroyed, and a battle was taking place between humans, Snow Elves, and the Orcs. The snow was red from the blood of those who gave their lives to protect the village against the invaders. The Orcs, some around 7’ tall or more, were everywhere. Short brown hair almost entirely covered their strong arms and legs. They had three sets of big fangs – two on the lower

Struggling to his feet and dusting himself off, Rex took the few seconds he had at the present while the orc was stunned to take in what his opponent was, he had not had enough time to process the transition from the area surrounded by bright lights and then the sudden darkness to center himself. Taking a deep breath in through his nose and exhaling out through his mouth to calm himself, he took a good look at his opponent, not having seen an orc before he was not really sure what he was looking at in terms of strengths and weaknesses, all he could see was the beast had black matted hair on its scalp, a broad forehead that was seeping green blood from the blow

The Fairy’s Dragon Guardian Chapter 36: Gorrum and the Olma Crystal’s POV Before entering the gates, Draven gave us a masking spell that would hide our smell from the orcs. Although they are known to be affectionate towards other creatures, they don’t have the same reaction towards immortals like us. Since orcs don’t have the ability to shapeshift and stay in their true form, almost all of the immortals despise them for their outward appearance. That is why orcs don’t feel that close to others. They like other animals more and treat them better.

I hummed, watching part of Orion’s army continue with their duties. At the corner of my eye, a person with green skin picked up a lifeless body to move to the others. He was tall, obviously green, with tusks protruding from his jaw. If I didn’t know any better, he looked just like an Orc from Dungeons and Dragons, except prettier? He didn’t strike my fancy, but I could see some human women might like him. “Creed,” I pulled his arm, pointing to the creature. “Who are they?”

After comparison, he knew that they were not beings of this world, or even this universe. "I tried searching through their minds and souls. They call themselves the Orck race. They have bear people and wolf people… They're made up of beasts and half-beasts. It seems they're coming here for Chase." Norm was a Supreme Elder of the Evil Shadow Sect, and he was very good at mind and soul techniques. He knew how to use the Soul Searching Technique well. However, the Orck warriors were too low-level. He could only obtain minimal information. When everyone heard that they were coming for Chase, it piqued their curiosity. Were they Cha

Amidst the flickering candlelight in her grand chamber, Constantine stood before a gathering of her fellow witches. The room was charged with an atmosphere of palpable tension, and the air seemed to thicken as she began to speak. "Witches of our coven," Constantine's voice rang out, commanding the attention of all who were present. Her eyes, gleaming with a newfound darkness, surveyed the assembly. "As your Supreme Sorcerer, I stand before you with grave news. A prophecy, one of ancient origins, threatens our existence."

The colossus had sprawled out and was in agony, breathing heavily. On impact, Ragnar was thrown violently and landed against big buckets set beside the wall. He had stood up, staggering and leaned against the wall. Blood was running profusely from his nose, trickling down his mouth and smearing his tunic. His forehead also bore a large bloody gash. The girl, who had come down from the large wooden plaque, had joined him and put her arm under his to support him and keep him from collapsing. The little hunchback made a small gesture of victory, raising his fist and frowning. He was muffling small sounds of pain and could not speak. The girl accompanied him to the huge disproportionate opening

Since a spider has 8 legs, whereas, this monster had 16 legs. The soldiers said that it was a hybrid monster known as Mustang Spider. Its colored dark green skin was as hard as steel. The soldier requested to change the route. Not even they could manage to kill it with ease. They might be able to kill it, but for sure, some of them would fall victim to the monster.. That monster was rank C+. Monsters in this rank are also known as 'Wanderer'. Because they usually wander around the place, hunting for enemies. Every time they kill their prey they become stronger. And they had the ability to summon mobs of the same race as them.

Seraphina tried to be firm but her soft voice betrayed her. Even still, Bethel sighed and seated herself next to Seraphina. “Familiars are the animals which Vampires can shape shift into. When a vampire child is born, they will have a silver birthmark which shows what their familiar will be. Familiars are a reflection of a Vampires true character.” Seraphina’s brows were knitted trying to make sense of what Bethel was saying. “Is that why Lord Stevano of House De-Buccleuch has that silver serpent on his face?” whispered Rose. “Yes, his familiar is a serpent, in fact the whole House De-Buccluech are reptiles of some sort, bunch of cold-blooded snakes” Bethel trailed off.