Dark Orbs Novels & Stories

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

A thick fog rolled in from the ocean, shrouding the rusted shipping containers and abandoned cranes in eerie silence. The only sound was the distant crashing of waves against the dock and the faint clicking of weapons being loaded. Enzo stood in the middle of the yard, surrounded by his men—Luca, Nico, Federico, and the rest of his crew. Their faces were hard, their fingers resting lightly on their triggers. Across from them, Diego Torres emerged from the shadows, his army of killers fanning out behind him.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Dorian stood at the edge of the stone circle, the Owlshard floating beside him like a second heart, pulsing in rhythm with his own. The corrupted wolves growled behind him, glowing red under the Blood Moon. His voice was soft. “Welcome, Elara,” he said, eyes gleaming. “Welcome to the heart of darkness.” And then— The ground split open.

The Architect stood at the edge. Up close, he was terrifyingly human. He wore the tattered gray robes of the Old Council, stained with the dust of the Dead Zone. His hands were clasped behind his back. But the eyes... The void in his sockets wasn't empty. It swirled. Tiny motes of purple light the stolen energy from the Star orbited inside his skull like stars trapped in a nebula. "Welcome," the Architect said. His voice didn't come from his mouth; it resonated directly

She clutched on the door frame as she slowly blacked out. When she opened her eyes, she wasn't Aurora. "WHY?" All heads snapped towards her and saw the darkness in her eyes.

’ Samantha demanded but her wolf ignored her when Scarlet purred at the sight of Zack coming out of the darkened shrubbery. If Samantha was being honest with herself, Zack was extraordinary with his black hair and blue eyes. His peculiar complexion made him stand out from any of the other members of the Shadow Pack. Even though the Shadow Pack members usually have brunette hair and gray eyes, Samantha was an exception as well as Sebastian to their mundane coloring. Both of them were brunette but their eyes made them stand apart as the sacred Ultima. Their eyes were red like two garnets twinkling underneath the moonlight When Samantha looked at him who stood merely feet away, she was still sp

He couldn't help but smile at the thought that he had at least four more Divine Luck Cards in his inventory. Yu Liang hoped that six chances of being OCC would be enough to help him straighten out this world, if he used more than that it would be a shame, after all, this is still the starting level of Dark BL.

I drank a shot of tequila. My thirteenth, if I had not lost count of the last three hours. I tapped my forehead and wiped away the sweat before commanding my senses to allow my claws to appear. I walked towards the lady in front of me, kneeling and clutching her fist to her chest, obviously in pain. I sighed as I watched her eyes form tears but she was holding it in, alright. She looked pitiful. “Natyaramona,” I called her name, pushing her back to her senses while hoping she wouldn't die.

His face was unchanged except for his once ice blue eyes were now two black pits, the flicker of fire in each, like the pits of hell themselves. He stood before me, his chest heaving with each breath, his long talented hands clenching as he fought for control over himself. His eyes lingered on me. I watched mesmerised as his horns drew back into his head and his fingers returned to normal. His eyes were the last thing to return, and even when they had, the black pupil remained large so that barely any blue was present. His inner beast was on edge should he be needed again. “You...” Swallowing a large lump in my front I grappled with the right term, “You, changed? You had horns?”