Dark Orb Novels & Stories

“I understand enough. The LifeOrb has the power to defy nature itself. Harold will lead us once again. And with him, the rebellion will rise.” Just as he finished his words, the orb flared with a brilliant light. The air crackled with energy, and I felt the ground beneath me tremble. I watched helplessly as the light consumed the room, the world around us blurring into a brilliant haze of white. The LifeOrb’s power was overwhelming. I could hear Dominic’s voice, his command to fall back, but it was swallowed by the roar of energy. Then, everything went silent.

"En. Let's go inside. " "Okay.." He keep looking around because the place is to shabby. They entered the small wooden house but no one inside so They walk towards the exit door. By then, they entered the place where there's a lot of shining trees that planted as sign of the pathway. They are shining because of the very small light bulbs that is hanging in every branches. The stone pathway lead them to the area where there were a lot of dim lights on the ground. The table in the center and the small cottages in every corner.

"Elara, there are five billion people here who don't know how to hunt a Reaper or how to farm shadow-wheat. They’re going to starve if we don't help them." I looked at Silas. I looked at the five billion confused faces. And then I looked at the horizon. The "Source-Born" orb was drifting toward the north, and as it moved, it was leaving a trail of **New Life**. Trees were growing where there was only grey dust. Rivers of liquid starlight were carving paths through the wasteland. But as I watched the orb, I saw a flicker of black in the trail of light. A shadow. Not Silas’s shadow. Not the First Shadow’s shadow.

Anya’s voice came from behind him, gentle but firm. She stepped beside him, her white robe rippling in the wind. Orion didn’t turn. His eyes remained on the horizon. “Zha’mar,” he said flatly. Anya stayed silent for a moment, staring at the western sky beginning to glow red. The light was strange, a pulsating surge of aura in a pattern, like the breath of a giant creature. “That’s not an ordinary storm,” she whispered. “I recognize that pulse.” Orion nodded, his expression tense. “Duskar blood. I felt it once before, when Valerius still ruled.”

The person staring back at me in the mirror looked haunted , dark circles under bloodshot eyes, a tightness around the mouth that never seemed to go away anymore. After a quick shower that did little to wash away the lingering feeling of smoke on my skin, I got dressed and grabbed my keys. It was too early for most places to be open, but I knew one that would be, Ava's bar. She was always open at odd hours, mostly to accommodate people like me who couldn't sleep through the night.

The moon made an excellent job to illuminate his honeyed eyes, two perfect orbs. It was dark, pitch-black around the forest and the only source of noise were the cockroaches and the many insects that I rather not know about their existence mixed with a loud chewing noise. “Hm, actually, I did you a favor.” Dominic’s tone sent a chill down my spine as my head whipped to his direction. He was sitting down, his back against a tree as he stretched his legs and stuffed his face with Doritos. When he caught my gaze, he grinned like a schoolboy.

He slowly opened his eyes and revealed, “They utilized the Shadowvoid Orb.” James turned around abruptly and asked, “What on earth is that? Why is it impossible to cleanse?” Yuldra smiled at James and explained, “The Shadowvoid Orb is remarkable. It can withstand all sorts of corrosion, including Tai Chi Aura. They took out their strongest trump card to help you.” James replied, gesturing helplessly, “But the Hongrome Aura didn’t harm me. Now, I just want to know how to get it off me.” Yuldra chuckled, stroking his long white beard. “We need to visit the Elysium Nova. Faela will have a solution.”

“When you turn eighteen, you are to go through a ritual. It will start your journey to either light or dark. You will face one year and six months on the dark side and the light side. At the age of twenty-one, your soul chose whose side you’ll be on.” “So, about my hands, why are they turning purple?” Ivy said putting her hands on the table for him to see. “Because Daniel forced the start of your journey, your body is turning, the Dark Dweller part of you is coming out, that is why you need to understand you cannot feed into darkness. You have to stay in the light you have to learn from Nick,” he said clearing his throat, his eyes never left hers.

“A hooded figure. Others were there too with robes… black as night. Chanting. They were controlling the ritual. And Zeke didn’t stop them. He just watched.” I stepped back. One foot. Then another. “No…” I shook my head slowly. “No, that—maybe it wasn’t real. Or maybe it was something symbolic. Not a memory, but a warning—” “Elora.” His voice was quiet but heavy. “I've read about orbs like this in books. The orb is not a prophet. It doesn’t imagine. It just remembers.” I stared at him. The words hung in the air like a noose.

A double handled door opened and we were exposed to a large room. A long lane stretched into the distance where a black orb spun. On the lower ground, an assembly had formed. The cult of proxies, all dressed in the same manner, muttering spells. "Don't be frightened. They are merely feeding the Orb." He said and I raised a brow. So the Orb feeds on souls? Crazy… I adjusted myself and we got to the junction where the Orb was now clear to my sight. I stared at it, a low continuous humming was released. Like the wheel of a machine clicking by each other.