Dark Orb Novels & Stories

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.

Prince Evan butt in. "The mountain spirit said there's a bordello in the small community beyond this forest. There, we will find a man named Orion. We can ask him about a wine called Blood of the Wise. That is what we need to please the magical healer." "But wait. Bordello?" My brows furrowed when I realized what word was used. "Oh. Sounds like a good place." Prince Evan smirked. He exactly knows what to expect in that kind of place. Probably because he's a regular or what.

Within the center of the chamber stood a pedestal, upon which rested an orb, pulsing with a ghostly blue light. Ethan drew nearer to the sphere cautiously, feeling the crude power radiating from it. “This... this is it,” he murmured. “The source of the darkness.” Lena stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the orb. “If we destroy it, we might be able to stop whatever’s chasing us.” “Or we could unleash something even worse,” Ethan replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. The darkness swirled and coalesced into a monstrous form, a towering figure of shadow and malice with glowing red eyes that locked onto Ethan and Lena.

His body was so hot and I couldn’t unsee it. Flecks of dirt and minor streaks of blood decorated his taut flesh. His eyes had no sclera, just obsidian orbs with a tiny violent flame in the midst. His jaws clenched. His entire form tremored from waves of hot, heinous aura. His canines protruded all the way, and his face held a deep, dark, primal, and almost hungry expression. His fury was felt from miles away. My knees wanted to buckle to the ground in submission even as his mate. How could they withstand such a brutal energy?

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!”