Dark Orb Novels & Stories

“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.

I answered. “I would use that ability and pay close attention to her scent. Since she is a dark angel, it is possible that your pup could be a rare metallic angel. It is written that the only other two documented dark angels gave birth to children that bore powers associated with metals. One was said to have wings that were golden in color and that the child was able to control all things made from gold. The other child was said to have wings that were dark grey but then faded to silver at the tips. This child could control multiple different metals.” Eivor explained.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

The woman slowly walked to the glass wall behind the orb and pressed some buttons on the machinery placed behind the glass wall. The orb gave out a light greenish glow, and it turned completely black. 'Boy, place your hand on the orb', said one man. Ben slowly moved near the orb and placed his hand on the orb. Everyone was waiting expectantly for what the result would be. The color of the orb changed from black to green then to sky blue, then to red and then brown, then it gave out a golden color… slowly the color changed, and the orb completely became black. Everyone was closely looking at the orb and when it turned black, this is the 132nd time this had happened at the academy testing

I'm sure that was how the Israelites felt when moses parted the sea. Or was it Abraham? I'm not sure which one, don't me I'm not a full time believer. But I'm pretty sure this was how they felt. Arina took a step backwards and before I could ask what to do, she kept into the open space beyond. Perfect. Absolutely spiffing. I peeped into the big hole. It was dark. Very dark. Like a mice hole. I tried very hard to see what was inside but failed. 'Woof?'.

The orb pulsed faintly in Aria’s hand as she stood alone in the arcane vault. Its soft glow cast ethereal shadows on the dark stone walls, illuminating ancient runes that hadn’t been disturbed in decades. Every instinct in her screamed that this was no ordinary relic. It was alive. Not in the way of living flesh, but in the way of ancient memories preserved by magic older than the wolves themselves. She placed the orb on the altar in the vault’s center. Symbols etched into the stone flickered to life, glowing with blue fire as the orb reacted to its new environment. For a moment, the air vibrated—charged, trembling.

Nyx continued, gesturing towards the orbs, "is your choice. Each one holds a fragment of power-one to guide your path. Green for healing, blue for wisdom, red for strength, and white for clarity. Choose wisely, for your choice will determine the foundation of your strength." Carmen stared at the orbs, her mind racing. The vibrant colors danced before her eyes, each one enticing her with its brilliance. But something felt...off. Suspicion crept into her thoughts. Nyx didn't seem like the kind of entity to offer gifts without consequences. She had already deceived her once. "I don't want any of these," Carmen said sharply. "The orb I need isn't here." She didn't know why she said it or where t