Dark Orb Novels & Stories

“There’s plenty of blood bags in the clinic. If he’s after blood, maybe that will be enough to stop his frenzy?” “Good thinking!” Rory cheered, leaving Lucas and I to keep Osiris corralled. It became more evident as he paced that he was not in control of himself. His eyes had gone a deep red and he seemed lost in a bloodlust. He was acting on instinct alone. I let my mind wander to everything I had ever read about supernaturals, but aside from human fantasies, there was no documented beings beyond werewolves. As insane as it seemed, the only thing that made sense was Osiris coming from another world. It was a wild theory, but nothing else could explain the woods being empty before the sudden

"The orb is a relic, an ancient artifact. It was designed to deepen the connection between a wolf and its host, but unfortunately, nothing seems to be working on her. It's as if her wolf isn't responding at all." As she spoke, Grey stared at her in disgust, and I couldn’t help but feel a satisfying flicker of pleasure inside. I mean, look at her—dressed like a reverend sister, only in plain white, and yet she was doing something wicked. What a wretch, I thought as I rolled my eyes.

Not just any power—dark, hungry, primal power that predates civilization itself. The moment she draws near, her body stiffens involuntarily, muscles locking as if in protest. The air thickens like syrup around her, becoming nearly impossible to move through, and an invisible pull tugs at her chest with fingers of raw desire. Her pulse races wildly beneath her skin, blood rushing in her ears like a tempestuous sea. She can feel it with every fiber of her being—the Orb of the Dark Lord—sitting just beyond that imposing barrier, calling to her in murmured whispers that coil like venomous smoke through the corridors of her mind.

An older man—bald, with deep-set eyes that seemed to shimmer with age-old wisdom—stepped between them, holding a dark stone orb in his hands. Hustle and Tasha exchanged a look of fierce determination, but the old man focused solely on Hustle. As he held the orb close, it began to glow, casting a greenish hue over the ring. I watched in awe as a faint, almost ghostly smoke seeped from Hustle’s mouth and into the orb, swirling around inside like it was capturing a part of her essence. The light of the orb flickered once and then dimmed, and the old man silently walked away, cradling the orb with the utmost care.

He looked at her innocent face which was looking lifeless now. "Bunny! Please open your eyes... Please..." He tried to crawl closer but he was stuck. He noticed footsteps getting louder. They were surrounding his car. He didn't move his eyes from Her face but he recognised the voice of his enemies. "Burn him down along with his fucking car... Make sure they won't even find his fucking ashes." Dominick was bleeding heavily, he was holding her hand tightly until darkness gathered around his eyes. His heart dropped when he realised thatshe is not with him anymore.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

It reminded me why I was doing this. The air at The Onyx on a Friday night was always thick with a mix of expensive perfume, stale smoke, and loud music. Tonight, it felt heavier, almost suffocating. I went through the motions of getting ready, pulling on the familiar black wig, painting my face into Eve's confident mask. This time, however, the usual shimmer of my dancing outfit felt less like a costume and more like a uniform for something I didn't fully understand. I worked my usual early shift, dancing, smiling, collecting tips. Each laugh felt hollow. Each moment on stage, under the flashing lights, was a countdown. Finally, Mr. Thorne's voice came over my earpiece.

A narrow vein of shadow magic stretched from its center. “The orb feeds on light,” he murmured, “but it also remembers darkness.” He believed now, more than ever, that he was destined to claim it. Not just to use it, but to become it. To merge with its power and erase mortality from his path. And if that meant destroying Nora in the process, so be it. Back in the heart of the pack, Nora wandered the ancient tunnels beneath the sanctuary. The orb pulsed quietly in her satchel, as if it, too, sensed something watching from the shadows.

“Geez. What is up with you and your obsession with constantly asking that question? Of course, I am worried because I care! So please, tell me that nothing bad will happen to you when you use that orb.” Ace seemed to avoid my gaze. “I am not so sure. This orb is made up of something dark. And everything related to dark magic always comes with a price. But I believe that it won’t be that bad considering my purpose for using it.” “Then stop it.” I told him. “If there is a chance that it will cause you harm then I won’t even sit still and allow you to hurt yourself!”

“Let me review the details for you.” A picture of an old man appeared. “Garrett Norman is a chemist and has a factory called ‘oracle’, founded a new and rare metal called ‘oryx’ and crafted a weapon called the orb. Orb works like a nuclear bomb but is more compact, in the form of a diamond.” He paused. “It is powerful enough to kill an entire nation with a single strike. The government and every other illegal organization are after Garrett. We need to get it before anyone else.”