Dark Orb Novels & Stories

The black obsidian table, which had historically seen only the desperate planning of a cornered highland pack, was no longer just surrounded by the local vanguard; it now played host to the unified fronts of a true, continent-spanning rebellion. King Malakor stood directly beside his father, Nalvath, his dark, midnight-blue armor absorbing the flickering torchlight like a sponge. Every now and then, the silver runes etched into his pauldrons would pulse with a soft, bioluminescent light, a silent testament to the raw shadow-essence humming in his veins. Across from them stood Orion, the former Vanguard of the Outer Spires, tracing the intricate silver map lines of the Inner Forest Glen with

Marcus obeyed, his heart racing as he entered the circle of light. As he stood within the orb's glow, Marcus felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was as if the boundaries between his reality and the unseen were thinning, merging in a dance of whispers and shadows. The seer's eyes held his, their depths swirling with ancient wisdom. "The oracle is... obscured," she murmured, her words a solemn revelation. "There is a darkness, a presence that eludes even my sight. Something malevolent has entered your pack." Marcus's brow furrowed in frustration. "Can you not see who or what it is?" he asked, his voice laced with urgency.

His hands clutched at the wound, blood seeping between his fingers. "The oath is broken," Darius whispered. Lancelot fell. Darius stepped over his body, then dragged it by his hand and approached the vault. He placed Alpha Lancelot's palm against the runes. They flared, screamed, then went dark. The iron doors swung open. Inside, on a pedestal of black stone, rested the Orb. It was not large—no bigger than a human skull—but it pulsed with light that was not light. Colors that did not exist. Power that made my teeth ache. Darius reached out and took it.

“We must unravel its secrets if we are to move forward.” I can feel the weight of the orb's gaze upon us, its dark energy pulsing like a heartbeat in the silence of the chamber. With a deep breath, I reach out towards it, the hum of its power sending a shiver down my spine. As my fingers brush against the smooth surface of the orb, a surge of images floods my mind, each one more vivid and haunting than the last. I see Alena trapped within a cage of shadows, her eyes pleading for salvation. I see a figure cloaked in darkness, their malevolent laughter ringing in my ears as they tighten their grip on her fragile form. And then, I see a glimmer of hope—a distant light flickering in the abyss, b

Asked Ann with Alert in her voice. "What's that?" Edmund repeated after Ann's question -- Now that the suitcase with a bug was near Ann and Damon, he and Buster finally had ears on their conversation. "It appeared to be a black orb thing in the man's hand." Buster increased the magnification of the telescope. "This, is the Darkhole." Damon grinned at Ann, handing over the orb, "The dark magic vessel that absorbs souls." Ann sneered at Damon, "Liar! What about your body being the vessel?!"

“The owner… he’s not like the others.” I turned to her, raising an eyebrow. “A jerk? An egotistical narcissist?” I half-joked, trying to break the tension. But Chloe didn’t laugh. Instead, she shivered slightly, the smile fading from her face. "He's... odd. And deadly. No one really sees him during the day. He’s a nightwalker." Her voice faltered on the last word. “He’s got a scar across his face. No one knows how he got it, but people say it’s the least dangerous thing about him.”

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

Colton went through the gold debris and just as he suspected, he found a small black chip hidden inside one of the ornaments of the charm bracelet. “What the hell is that?” Jackson said as he took a step closer. “That’s a tracker,” Levi answered, standing right next to him. Colton scoffed and crushed the tracker with his fist. Then he turned around and grabbed a drink from the wet bar. He may look calm right now, but wasn’t. He was burning with rage and fear. The Rothschild brothers were definitely up to something. “Listen, I need you guys to pull up everything you can on Daniel Rothschild,” he said as he turned around, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand.

Adrian I push out from the curb, the cold night air, hitting my skin. My bike engine revs as I drive through the darkness. The street is empty and there is no soul around. The world is quiet and it feels like I'm the only one awake. I'm not. A lot of things are going on even in the darkness. Dark things. I pull into a street and I soon arrive in front of a house. An old detached house that looks abandoned. I climb off my bike, pull off my helmet, and go straight into the house.