“Then it’s settled.” The leader gestured to the group of warrior orcs in the room, “pick one to be the boy’s father.”I sat on the floor with my son, Max. He crawled into my lap as I whispered. “One of them is going to … keep taking care of you. Can you tell me who the nice one is?”The orcs in the room snorted with disbelief and laughter.Max pointed to one with a shaved head and extensive tattoos.“That one?” I asked. “Are you sure?”He nodded before hi...

“You cannot live on the food we have for you. That leaves me three choices. Let you continue to starve, slowly dying. Or put you out of your misery, and save the resources of feeding you for someone who has a chance to live.” The orc gave me a long, calculating look before he continued, “Or I can find you someone who is willing to spend his personal resources to care for a defective human.”My name is Wilhemina Jensen. I am one of the few people who survived when aliens first made c...

Sarah Williams lay dying on the pavement. She was dying right in the stronghold of a local werewolf pack. The Bellmont Boys made the decision to try to infect her with the virus causing lycanthropy. It wasn’t an easy decision, most people don’t survive the infection. Werewolves are required to hide their existence. They are 0.02% of the population the rest of the world never hears about. It isn’t easy to roll a new person into a pack, especially not when so few women are converted....

A few years ago, there was an invasion.Hordes of tall, grey aliens with tusks arrived in spaceships the size of cities. Before the news channels went dark, humans named the creatures orcs.The human armies fought and failed. War crimes were committed on both sides. Eventually, when food supplies failed, society collapsed and the government was overthrown. Humans turned on each other. Nowhere was safe. The orcs rounded up the survivors and locked them away in...

My name is Wilhemina Jensen. I am one of the few people who survived when aliens first made contact."You cannot live on the food we have for you. That leaves me three choices: Let you continue to starve, slowly dying. Or put you out of your misery, and save the resources of feeding you for someone who has a chance to live." The orc gave me a long, calculating look before he continued, "Or I can find you someone who is willing to spend his personal resources to care...