Dark Orb Novels & Stories

Darius The tear opened without warning. One second the basement was holding, tense and still, Kael's hands over mine on the Orb, the anchor point pulsing its slow violet rhythm. The next second the largest crack in the floor split wide, a sound like the world clearing its throat, and the light that poured out of it was not violet anymore. It was black. Absolute and total, the kind of black that wasn't an absence of light but a presence of something else entirely.

“Yes. He confessed. We found a black magic orb on him. Luckily, we caught him just in time, at the border. If we had been a moment late, he would’ve vanished again.” “Vanish?” I echoed. Draven nodded grimly. “The orb channels dark magic. It makes them invisible, he will be right there, but you won't see him. That’s why the surveillance never picked anything up, but the magic comes at a cost, it requires blood. Each use drains the orb and demands a new sacrifice.” Azrik nodded in agreement. “After his last escape, he must’ve needed more blood to activate it again. He was probably planning to sneak into the rogue-infested outskirts, kill one of them, fuel the orb, and dump the body in the city

And when I’m gone, I know he’ll hurt, but maybe one day he’ll feel himself again. The Soul Eaters are all around me now. There’s walls of them all around me, and I let them feast. They come to me like honey in a trap. They are so exhilarated by this energy that they close their eyes. And I start to glow. I pull up the energy I have and glow brighter and brighter. They drink and drink. And then I am light. I am light itself. And once the light hits its limits, I pull in one go at the darkness. I pull at it with everything. To make the switch as fast and as forcefully as possible. I start to run through them all. Each one destroyed before it knows what’s happening. I fill them with way too muc

She scoffed, froze the man who had daggers in his hand, threw him at Onyx, who sliced him in half, without a care for losing an ally. ’’Give it!’’ he roared. Harlow closed her hands to crush the orb. The black smoke, which is an ancient darkness that had attached itself to her the day she was born, observed the Hogyoku’s energy. Onyx stared on in shock. ’’You have the darkness,’’ he said. With a gasp, Harlow was back in her body and it wasn’t a second too soon because she saw two demons lurking in the corner, ready to fight and possess her body.

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

“It must be the key to understanding the darkness we face.” Nikolai reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he touched the orb. As his fingers made contact, the chamber was filled with a blinding light, and a voice echoed through the room. “You have shown great courage and wisdom. The darkness you seek to combat is but a reflection of the shadows within yourselves. To defeat it, you must first conquer those shadows and unite your strengths.” The light subsided, revealing a new path leading from the chamber. The orb had revealed the way forward, and with renewed determination, we took our first steps toward the next stage of our journey.

It all made sense now. “Where is Lucas now?” my voice came out in a croak, I could feel tears stinging the back of my eyes. A feeling both strange and beautiful to me. “Lucifer took him back to the underworld. Moulding him into the perfect image of himself. Injected his darkness into him like a poison. I hear rumours that he is knows as the Prince of Darkness now.” Lilith let’s out a quiet sob. “A monster just like his father.”

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

The outlaw growled, "Veyron sends his regards." Chaos broke out in the woodland as the orb ignited. As the world burst into darkness, I last saw Darius lunging at the orb, his body glimmering with an unearthly brilliance.