The Orc Novels & Stories

After everyone quiets down, the announcer moves on to the next announcement. "Introducing Orian Oatrun, Beta of the Southern Werewolf Kingdom. And his mate Jessica Tompson, future Beta of the Southern Werewolf Kingdom." He says, making some people whisper to themselves while others cheer with excitement as Jess and Orian join the others in the middle of the room. Apparently, it's uncommon to have a female in the higher ranks.

The orc’s yellow eyes gleamed with dark amusement as Torvald stepped fully into the firelight, shedding his cloak. “You come for my cock, human king?” Grulak rumbled, voice like grinding stones. He stood from his throne of furs, the massive shaft swinging heavily. “Then take it. If you can survive it.” Torvald dropped his weapons and stripped off his armor, revealing his own powerful body and rock-hard cock. He crossed the cave and dropped to his knees in front of the orc chieftain. Up close, the size was even more intimidating. Torvald wrapped both hands around the enormous length, stroking reverently before leaning in and drag

he says and stomps through the trees, I look back to the wolves watching us and see them all bow before stepping back and going on their way. After about an hour or so we see the edge of the forest but stepping out of the trees we are all gobsmacked by what we see well all except Lanna who chimes "Oooooh look we stepped into Narnia". At the base of the mountain, there are hundreds of tents and wolves, some in wolf form and some in human, they are all busy preparing for war. "Ah Ocean, about time too," Grandpa says stepping out of the crowd "Bu bu..." I stutter,

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

but after a few seconds of hesitation, he spoke and when he did, I listened with heaviness in my heart. Orien was a street urchin and an orphan. He had never met his parents and had grown on the streets of Adarlan, a beggar and a thief too. No one offered to help him. Abandoning children in Enchantia was a high crime and the only ones who could be bold enough to do that were women who had children outside marriages. Abandoning the children was better than getting caught and roasted alive by the keepers.

Aria continued to talk while I sat there brewing. ‘So, Ogrun the orc god gave his green-skinned, tusked people the gift of great strength and bravery. Never would you meet an orc that would flee in the face of danger. Danger triggers excitement and adrenaline in an orc, which explains their love of fighting. Cerridwen gave her people the gift of casting spells, and Valkrim gave his people the advantage of speed and immortality. Unlike the other magical beings, his thrive from drinking blood, just like he does.

Just like she was about to do right now. “If Werewolves are aberrations, what does that make those Monsters?” “It makes them worse. Leviathans are complete beasts hiding in a human skin. They were actually made in a lab and what could be more unnatural than that?”. He spoke without attempting to hide the disgust and hate in his voice. He obviously had some ugly history with them. It made her scared a bit to see how much he hated them because that meant they were formidable opponents and that she was in grave danger for something she couldn’t even understand.

My influence stretches across countless packs, including the Dark Moon Pack, the very pack that had humiliated my bloodline. They do not know what is coming. My soldiers are merciless, carrying out my commands without hesitation. Tonight, they will deliver a gift, one I will savor like the finest wine. That pack, once untouchable in its arrogance, will learn the true meaning of fear. Every betrayal, every whisper of treachery, every scar I carry from that night will gather in this moment. When the dust settles, when the screams echo no more, I will stand above it all as Alpha Kael Vorthrane, unbroken, untouchable and unstoppable.

I said in frustration. "Fucking hell Charlotte. Do the right thing for once and tell me what you're planning!" Luca growled. His eyes shifted once again and I could see his canines beginning to sharpen. I knew he wasn't even bothering to fight against his wolf and that was dangerous. "I-I-I-" "Stop with the bloody stuttering and tell me what you've done," he growled out once again. His fists were now clenched at his side and I could see his claws beginning to emerge.

Yosef-hyung ordered. “There is Bacchus, he’s bald with a moustache. He’s the one in charge of them. Atlas, tall and dark with long hair. Then Minotaur, muscular but short. Another one is Cupid, a pretty boy with red hair. And lastly, Pegasus. He has a scar on the forehead.” Tristan stated. “It’s funny that their aliases goes along well with Olympus.” Miko joked. Yosef-hyung glared at him and he kept his mouth shut. He continued typing on his laptop. “Got it, hyung.” He said.