Dark Orbs Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

"It’s coming from the Gorge of Silences, the canyon that used to be the entrance to the Crystal Valley." We prepared a specialized "Sub-Orb"—a spherical vessel made of reinforced obsidian and pressurized quartz, powered by the combined resonance of the pack. The team was the core of our new world: myself, Félix, Nathaniel, and the twins. Lyra and Caelum were essential; their connection to the "Wild" was the only thing that could navigate the unpredictable currents of the Abyss. As the Orb descended through the emerald light of the Heart-Tree’s dome and into the dark, crushing weight of the open sea, the scale of the disaster became clear. We drifted past the drowned peaks of the North, the a

The darkness refuses to budge as the light hits it and goes off, and we begin to fall again, becoming weaker. “More,” I hiss. They all put a bit more magic and I strike again after melding the magic to form another golden-yellow light. Two large red glowing orbs suddenly appear before us out of the darkness like eyes, and a space opens below us like a huge mouth, making me feel like the whole darkness is one really big face. “Die,” a mournful sound drifts from the opening, resounding around us. A baleful aura rushes us as the space closes again and we continue to fall.

Just as the second one arrived, their auras twisted with a purple glow, bringing on a perfect match. My eyes darted around the room. He must be here. I saw the back of a dark blonde head turn and walk off. I left my drink at the bar then pushed past the crowd. I kept my eyes locked on the man. If I could move fast enough, I could catch him. A man with tusked teeth and hard blue skin stepped in my way. I pushed past him. He grabbed my arm and spun me around, tearing my eyes away from my target. "What's the hurry, little lady?" The orc asked.

she raises her eyes until they fix on me and denies “Don't worry... those who saw me only saw a girl leaving flowers on several graves...” I sigh and stand up “Max, don't disobey an order again...” his body tenses and he looks at me defiantly "You can't give me orders, Dark…" He smiled sideways and snapped at him in a cold tone.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

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.

The arrival of the "Void-Vanguard"—the original Shadow Claws now possessed by the Architects' "Liquidation Frequency"—turned the twilight into a funeral. They emerged from the violet-lilies of the forest like ripples in a dark pond, their armor a matte, scentless obsidian, their eyes two solid pools of liquid silver. They moved with the rhythmic, mechanical precision of a clockwork nightmare, their blades creating a low-frequency hum that made the vibrant colors of the North bleed out once again.

“That fed on forgotten sorrow, this feels like focused hate.” As he spoke, the black water churned, from its depths, a form rose, a nightmare shaped of corrosive black liquid and sharp dark crystal. Vaguely human, faceless, with two burning red pinpricks for eyes and in its clawed hand, it held a glowing obsidian shard, pulsing with the same dark energy that once fueled the Scourge. It didn’t speak, it just simply pointed the shard at Liora.

The face staring back at Ava from the swirling vortex of darkness was her own. It was identical in every feature, every expression, every sharp line and subtle curve. The similarity was uncanny, a perfect mirror image cast across the cosmos. The only true difference lay in the eyes. Where Ava's eyes held the fragile, flickering light of human emotion, the shadow’s eyes were completely, utterly black. They were not empty voids, but rather endless corridors of ancient, suffocating depth.