Dark Orbs Novels & Stories

Leon roared, his amber eyes scanning the darkening room. The shadows in front of the fireplace began to swirl, condensing into a thick, misty vortex. From the dark fog, an ethereal figure stepped forward. It was the pack Oracle. Her long, tattered robes seemed to float around her as if underwater, and her eyes were entirely clouded over in a milky white, completely devoid of pupils. "Alpha Leonhart," the Oracle rasped, her voice sounding like dry leaves scraping across stone. It echoed in a terrifying, unnatural cadence that made the hairs on my arms stand up.

“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

Markus left his mansion straight to the bar, although he liked Sarah at the time and it was his moon, he did not cease to be attracted to worldly pleasures, and the best place was that bar where creatures like him gathered to enjoy. "Markus, good to see you, you hadn't been here for days" Gary patted Markus on the back. "I had been kind of busy, how are you?" Eccentric Gary stared at him with a wicked grin. "Quite worried, I don't know how things are regarding the ritual that is pending, we have ten months nothing more, my estimate for the new moon to arrive, if you don't have a child by those days with the sorceress and be able to save us from complete darkness, all our species are going to

He just got electrocuted by a very weird yet beautiful orb. I am about to refute him but a sudden occurrence has taken my breath away. Another orb in orange starts to emerge from another grave. Then, another one which is yellow. Then another which is green. Then another until there are now hundreds of multi-colored orbs floating in front of us like glowing flowers in a garden at night, if it is possible, of course. I still can’t believe what I am seeing. I almost freak out when those orbs start to move and form one straight line. What’s going on?

He looked at the woods, his face pale, his varsity jacket suddenly looking like a costume on a stranger. "Elara?" he whispered, his voice trembling. "What is that? Why is the sky... breaking?" "Don't look at the sky, Julian," Elara said, her voice dropping into the rasp of the Alpha. "Look at the trees." Emerging from the shadows of the "Perfect Oaks" was the Vantablack Shadow. It was Julian’s silhouette, but stretched and distorted, its edges flickering with high-frequency static. It didn't walk; it glided across the manicured lawn, leaving a trail of dead, grey pixels in the grass. Its eyes were two horizontal slits of Neon-Blue—the cold, unfeeling light of a system that had finally found

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

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

But then. “Psst...over here,” a voice whispers loud, if that makes any sense. A masculine growl. So deep, grating, and slathered in a sort o’ mockery. I spin around sharpish, my eyes popping out of my head. Getting my fists ready for action. There, buried in the blackness of a room, are two orbs: bright green, luminous, floating inches above ground level. They're not just mere eyes, but bulbs. Bulging and unnatural, like someone stuffed glow-sticks into a toad’s skull!

I feel a little nuzzling against my face, choosing not to saddle my mind with unnecessary things and just receive Oriel’s gesture of comfort as I accept the call of sleep. I give in without protest, receiving the dirt ground, and soil to cushion my head and body. And as my eyes are shutting, a dark smudge appears out of nowhere, like a shadow lingering in the reality I’m cutting my mind out of. Is it me or do I see a pair of crimsons in wake of the blanketing darkness? ‘Himari.’

As Naraja had felt his senses come back to him one by one. Toes, knees, stomach, arms, and then he had started to feel his eyes open and as Naraja opened them he noticed a black-crimson like orb that had floated a metre above him reflecting his face clearly in the shape of the black-crimson spherical. Naraja: “Huh, the hell. I know this wasn’t here last time and what the hell is up with my eyes….the pupil is weird as hell.”