Corn On The Orb Novels & Stories

But I have to confirm that he doesn't want me anymore. His jaw sets tight, and his lips purse in a thin line when I don't say a word to him but take a brief look at him for one last time. I can't tell if we will meet again, so I let my greedy eyes take his exceptional yet unnervingly desirable features and feel a sense of loss when I think about tomorrow. Then my gaze falls on the cigarette in his hand. "Would you like to share one?" I have never tried that before, but now I need one, even when I am warned not to touch anything during my recovery stage. I heard that addiction has the power to give momentary relief from pain. That relief I need the most now to get a hold of my emotions.

"We talk now. Here. In front of him." Orren's jaw tightened. "You don't understand what you're asking me to say." "Then explain it to me. Right now, Orren, or I'm formally removing you from the Threading Council before we even leave this ridge." The wind shifted through the scorched pines, carrying the faint, wrong smell of something that shouldn't exist in this world at all, and Orren finally, slowly, opened his mouth to speak. That was when Corin screamed, and the darkness beneath his skin surged outward all at once, swallowing the clearing whole.

“What do you want, Orion?” “To come in,” he says, leaning against my doorframe and cooly slipping his hands in his pockets. I clench my teeth because…damn it, it’s not fair for him to look that good when he does that. “Why?” “Because,” he says on a happy sigh. “I want to find out what a donut is.” I go a bit still. “You…don’t know what a donut is?” “We don’t have a lot of variety in the Underworld,” Orion says. “And even if we can call up what we want magically, it takes knowing what something is to order it to appear.”

His eyes haven’t left mine. Lee delivers me to Liam, placing my hands in his only to then step in front to conduct the ceremony himself. First is the Luna coronation. Liam gently turns my palm up, linking this may hurt a small amount. I feel no pain as he gently slices my palm and then his own.

And I knew, without a doubt, that it was showing me something I needed to understand. August had warned me before—that the orb had layers even he hadn’t unlocked. But now I could feel it myself. It was like a heartbeat inside me, echoing louder than before, and with every throb of that pulse, I saw glimpses. A flash of glowing eyes. A figure wrapped in shadows. And always… a voice, whispering words I couldn’t quite make out. Later that evening, I asked August again about the orb’s core. He looked at me carefully and then said, “The orb has an internal power, Nora. One not tied to spells or energy. It holds a form of life—ancient and stubborn. It doesn’t just obey. It chooses.”

In fantasy movies and shows, orbs usually became cloudy when it absorbed something. Noorh took Kiran's hand and placed it over the orb. She gasped as the orb vibrated against her palm. Kiran looked wide-eyed at Noorh and found a knowing smirk on his lips as if he had read the question plaguing her mind. "You did a good job," Noorh said, making her blush and look shyly down at the orb. "All that's left now is to execute the plan."

While the Mane Six and Bronyium were busy getting ready to repair and reinforce Ponyville… a orb of golden orb with Galeemic and Dharkonic orbs revolving the golden orb, next the map of Equestria began to glow a golden tint colour. Bronyium was holding some wood planks but when he saw the Map of Equestria glowing he dropped the wood planks in shock, the map glowed for a few seconds once done the glow fades then it the orb slowly up to the sky, next golden beam hits the map of Equestria then it hits the orb and launched itself off to Canterlot. Only remain on the table was a Goldish Element shaped like a old fashioned scales, Bronyium walked towards the table and looked at the element glowing

The blood flower made by that rotting, rotten flesh and blood, seemed to bloom a little more, the deeper the petals were, the more this face ugly it looked. However, the blood flower was monstrously brilliant. Oralie looked up at the figure in front of her, her blue eyes were a little dark, flickering indistinctly. It seems that the moonlight outside, leading to falling and scattering into the other window, can't dispel the darkness in those eyes, the storm seems to be rising, and the powerful tornado breaks. destroyed everything, in Oralie's eyes, there seemed to be only a handful of ashes.

“Where is Orion?” From the corner of my eye, I saw Ron's brows jump in surprise. Besides that one reaction, his expression remained decisively blank. The woman however stared back at me with annoyed confusion. “What the fuck are you going on about?” “We’re looking for a male named Orion. Do you know where we can find him?” Her confusion descended into anger. “You wanted to tear down my door because you’re searching for some chap with such a horrendous name?” She spat out. “No. I don't know who the fuck this Orion is but if he crawls up here he might not walk away alive like I'm letting you both do now!”

“And what exactly is that?” “The Tears of Zerelas … the legendary King of Corruption. His tears can corrupt anything they touched. Including the living. Some demons have stored the King’s tears for later uses, and it’s not long before we learned one of these had been kept in Orcus.” Arth slowly nodded, his eyebrows furrowed. “So you want to use the tears to corrupt the Oran?” “Just a single drop in the pool of Oran will contaminate and spread the corruption until it catches the tree itself, thus weakening it and the demons.”