The Orc Novels & Stories

“Do you accept the position of Head Alpha, accepting all the risks and responsibilities that come with the position?” “I do, Alpha Suter.” “Then take your seat and receive your mark,” Nino said. Malachi took his shirt off and sat down on the chair that Bryan brought over. It didn’t take long since the mark was just symbols added onto your Alpha mark. The first was the mark of Tiewas, the symbol for Tyr and it represented persistence over obstacles and justice. The second was the mark of Perthro, the symbol for the dice cup. It represented that your destiny at that moment was known to you, the road ahead was clear but could change as well. The third was the mark of Ansuz, the symbol for god a

Laryn Sir Orland Locksy is a weasel in every sense of the word. I hate him and I hate the realm he lives in. Mucky skies, putrid air, and immoral people. I call it hell's realm. It's also my favorite place to collect treasure. My dragon brothers and I have been many times. It's always a challenge and, best of all, dangerous. I should feel apprehensive bringing my bride here, but what I feel is exhilaration clear to the tip of my dragon's tail.

As for Fyro, he is constantly burning to crisp those filthy Orcs. Yes, we are just a few but we are more powerful than these orcs. But I just caught a glimpse behind the Orcs of new arrivals. My eyes widened. Holy bitches, giant orcs? Oh wait, I know them. They are called Gargantuar and there are many of them! "Damn, those are dangerous, they're not wet as long as they die," Kaye promised. "Be careful, they spit acid poison." I was more nervous. I thought the fight was in flow but I did not expect that they would come. The Orcs had prepared it.

"The magical backlash from the binding... it went into the ley lines. It went down." The iron door to the Dragon Keep—a massive vault sealed for three hundred years—began to glow red. The metal warped, melting like wax. A roar echoed from the depths. It was a sound that vibrated the marrow in their bones. ROOOOOAAAARRRR. The door exploded outward. A figure flew through the smoke, landing in a heap at Vespera’s feet. It was Oryn. In this world, he was an Orc—green-skinned, tusked, and wearing the leather apron of the Beast Keeper.

He smirked and leaned back on the chair, “A bit small for the ruler of the largest pack in the realm, don't you think?” “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Keyleth stepped to my side, her arms folded against each other. “Tell us about the rot and we might just let you live.” “What shall I call you?” The wolven asked again, the smirk on his face dropped. “Oliver. Just Oliver.” — “Koren?” The word rolled off Keyleth's tongue as the male looked with obvious annoyance. “Soren.” He snapped at her, turning a sharp gaze towards me. “Soren stris, the dark wolven rises, and the realm falls.”

There must be at least fifty goblins here, and that orc is going to be a problem as well. "Goblins aren't the smartest creatures, but they do have a hierarchy that they follow and it keeps them organized." The orc says. "However, with me leading them we can accomplish more. That wyvern that attacked the camp gave us the right opportunity to attack, but we didn't expect them to be so strong. Being defeated like this makes them want to play with their toys even more. Go on boys, have some fun just make sure not to kill her."

I know that War has hone-colored eyes, Death has scarlet-colored hair, and Pestilence’s eyes are two different colors. Each woman steps forward with their dove-colored wings extended and flaming swords held tightly between their fists. War’s eyes, armor and sword, are the color of crimson. Deaths are black, and Pestilence’s glow neon green. I smile at each woman. “War, Death, Pestilence. It has been a long time.” They each give me a respectful bow keeping their swords at their sides. War steps forward and looks me over, “Estamos aqui para tu servicio, hermana.” We are here at your service, sister.

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.”

They don't have any skills at all. . An evolved orc has higher stats and can use skills. The combat strength of this dungeon boss was higher than anything else on the upper floor. Even he didn't dare to enter the dungeon with his current stats. Yao Tai was hiding on top of a tree. He was watching the dungeon carefully. Three orcs came out of the cave. Orcs had huge bodies. They were three meters tall and their bodies were full of fat. They were armed with a huge butcher's knife. They were literally what people call a pig's head.

I was petrified, I slowly walked backward as its yellow and black eyes gazed at me hungrily. "Aren't you going to tell me, scrumptious?" It mocked me. As it slowly crept upon me. I suddenly spotted Alpha Deucalion behind me, ready for his kill. "It won't be a scream, it will be gladness when you're killed!" I yelled. It growled angrily as it jumped to kill me, but Alpha Deucalion stopped it and tear off its head from its body with his bare teeth. Alpha Deucalion didn't stop when it killed him. He kept on tearing his body apart, spurting blood every. Its blood caught my face,