Life Orb Novels & Stories

My gaze was locked on the orb. It was floating exactly where my womb had been moments before—a pulsing, fist-sized sun of arterial red and obsidian gold. It didn't have limbs. It didn't have a face. But it had a heartbeat that shook the foundation of the island, a heavy, rhythmic thump-thump that matched the tectonic shifts of the earth beneath us. "Zora..." Dante’s voice was a ragged whisper. He took a cautious step toward me, his "Void-Titan" form flickering as the orb’s frequency began to interfere with his own internal reactor. "What is that? What did she do to the baby?"

My head was still aching badly because I also hit my head hard but I couldn’t worry about myself,she was fighting for her life and it was all because of me. I wondered what sort of bad luck this was because it was like she was following me everywhere. First it was the embarrassing scene at school when I tried to help her,then the always eye contact and now this. I just hoped she would be okay and I also heard rumors that she was an omega which means she would have no family,no one for me to reach to. I would have to take this upon myself. I picked up my phone and Checked the time. I had to meet the rival pack as soon as possible.

“ORA’s core is housed in a quantum vault. Hidden in the Arctic. But once you go in, there’s no coming back out.” Alma looked at her, then at Julian. “I’m tired of backing down.” She extended her hand to Selene. “Let’s rewrite the story.” Selene took it. “Together.” Final Scene, ORA Mainframe (Preview) In a crystalline structure buried beneath centuries of ice, ORA’s core pulsed with light that looked like stars in orbit. It turned toward the signal breach. “ALMA VALE. DNA MATCH CONFIRMED. ACCESS GRANTED. INITIATING FINAL SEQUENCE.”

“Doubt me if you will, but the orb’s light has already marked you. You cannot outrun its call.” The group fell silent, the weight of her words settling over them like a shroud. For the next hour, they listened as Thalia unraveled the orb’s history—how it was one of several fragments scattered across the land, how the Hollow Ones sought to reunite them for their own dark ends, and how the prophecy hinted at a final reckoning. Aria’s mind churned with fear and determination; she was a healer, not a warrior, yet the orb’s burden rested in her hands.

The whispers followed me like gnats. "Well, looks like we'll finally get a lady in the home," one servant muttered. "Just look at her. Not as good looking as Lina." "The spare will be dumped by the Alpha sooner or later." "What a pity, though." "What pity? She had the chance to serve the Alpha and she couldn't even do that? I say get rid of that parasite so we can serve the real Luna already." "Yeah, we all know the oracle only matched them because she felt sorry for that orphan."

He stood behind me, his breath was on the back of my neck with him standing behind me. "You ready to see?" he teased, his fingertips trailing slowly from my wrists and making their way up. He reached to untie the blindfold I had on. Pretending he couldn't undo the knot at first and teasing the suspension of what the surprise was. "Yes, show me.." I said quietly, waiting for him to start to unty the blind fold. I felt his hands undo the knot, slowly slipping it off. In front of where I stand is a massive flower orchird. The sun, a few hours from falling, had swirls of color surrounding it. White, puffy clouds filled the sky. All around us, different variations and colors pop from everywhere.

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

We stepped inside together, hands linked, love anchoring us. The chamber was small and dark. At its center, a pedestal held the artifact: a stone orb, hand-sized, swirling with black void. Inside, Vorath’s echo waited. Twins cried in pain. Aria’s eyes flickered black, void hungry. Kai glowed, trying to help, but faintly weak. Nyx sobbed, holding her daughter tighter. "Baby… no… mommy loves you!" I poured light into them, but the orb’s pull was strong. Twins floated gently in the air.

Since it's getting impossible for you to do it, Fenrir yells at me. I drag both hands down my face, breathing ragged, sweat dripping from my face, on to the polished floor. The intercom crackles, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Commander…” The manager's voice, tired and nervous, trying desperately to sound professional. “The Omega Center has sent the first tier of selections,” she flips some pages. “These are the highest-rated Omegas from the provinces. Their scented palates are being cycled through the ventilation now.” I go still, then the vents hiss as the incoming scents flow into the room. Lilacs, honey, warmth, and sweetness. Perfect, but not him.