Orc's Oath: A Gothic Dark Fantasy Monster Romance

The oldest ones glow faint red in the darkness—shadow-stain, the curse that all orcs carry. But they drift toward the healer’s tent in ones and twos, finding excuses to pass by, to peer inside, to get a look at the strange creature their captain dragged back from the corpse road. His palm hits empty air and stops cold, the muscles in his arm straining against something that doesn’t exist. “Ward magic.” His voice is grim. “Old wards. He’s standing by the altar, the sigil brands dark and useless in his hands, his composed mask finally cracked beyond repair.