Dark Orb Novels & Stories

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

“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.

The walls were adorned with faded carvings—intricate depictions of fae warriors wielding blades forged from starlight, their forms locked in eternal battle against swirling tempests that seemed to writhe in the flickering candlelight. A single window, narrow and arched, let in a sliver of afternoon light, painting the floor in a pale, golden streak that did little to warm the chill in my bones. I stood alone, my breath uneven, my fingers brushing the smooth surface of the silver mask that hid my face, a barrier between me and the world that didn’t yet know I was Davina’s son, the one chosen by the Orb of Aeloria. The orb itself rested against my chest, tucked beneath my dark tunic, its opale

And with that promise echoing in his heart, he surged forward, his pack close behind, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead. A few hours later, the first light of dawn crept over Blackthorn, painting the ruined courtyard with muted gold and crimson hues. In that fragile morning glow, Diego stood atop a shattered wall, surveying the aftermath of last night’s battle. Amid the remnants of shattered stone and spilled blood, a familiar sound stirred hope in his weary heart—the steady, resolute voices of his pack.

Shepard led me out of the meeting area and into a room across the hall. The door creaked slowly as it gave way to a vast room of Darkness only lit by circular colored orbs that gave the room a haunting appearance. “Where are we?” I asked, trying to keep my voice firm despite feeling a mix of fear and wonder at the atmosphere around us. Shepard clapped his hands, and lights flickered on, revealing shelves lined with glowing orbs. They emanated an eerie, otherworldly glow. Each orb pulsed with a different hue: blue, green, orange, casting shifting light patterns around the room. It was like standing in a library of souls, a collection of raw power.

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?

If he thinks I’ll back down because of the pain of the orb, then he’s terribly mistaken. Determination fills my heart as I understand what she must do. Equipped with this newfound knowledge, I know that I must retrieve the shards of the magical orb and weaponize them with a rare species of yellow wolfsbane, a potent herb known for its lethal properties. It is lethal without magic and it’s even more deadly when combined with magic of this magnitude. I picked up some shards of the broken orb and I picked up my house and my phone from my room and set out to go into the city. I know a rare shop downtown where I can get Yellow Wolfsbane. It’s all I need to defeat Dymion, I have to get it and prep

Its bones were dense and gleaming with a faint metallic sheen. Within the ribcage of the skeleton, a fist-sized sphere of murky gray mist hovered, pulsating ominously with terrifying energy. Just looking at it sent shivers down Chase's spine. This is… a Demon Soul Orb! His breath grew heavy, and his pupils burned with intense desire. Even his heart pounded in his chest. Beyond the realm of martial god lay the martial nirvana, also known as the Nascent Soul Realm.

"Together, you possess the strength to confront this darkness." I felt a surge of hope at their words. We had faced formidable challenges before, and with the power of unity guiding us, we could overcome anything. "However," the fourth Guardian continued, "the darkness draws its strength from a powerful artifact known as the Orb of Shadows. As long as it remains intact, the darkness will continue to grow." The Guardians explained that the Orb of Shadows was hidden deep within the Shadow Realm—a realm of darkness and chaos accessible only through a portal that opens once every century.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.