Memory Orbs Inside Out Novels & Stories

That is why I immediately removed my hand from it. “Ahhh!!!” I heard a scream from below from the lost souls who are gently fading like my dad. Most of them burned and turned into orbs. Different kinds of orbs with different colors. I know in an instant that they will be stuck here on earth. As a ball of energy that can be consumed by humans. That can make the world imbalanced.

I opened my eyes to see the elders scrambling to their feet, their faces etched with fear. The glow had condensed into a singular orb, floating in the room’s center, pulsing with a rhythm that matched the agonizing thrum in my chest. “Luna, step back!” Fanning’s voice was sharp, but I ignored him. I was drawn to the orb. It felt alive—watching, waiting for me. “Luna, don’t!” Dwayne’s voice cracked with urgency, but it was too late. My hand stretched out, and as my fingertips brushed the orb’s surface, the world shattered.

Mary said. She placed her palms on the forcefield again, and her red magic circles appeared. The circles started to spin around again, and she began pushing to expand the forcefield. Her father broke through the second orb by freezing it completely from the inside, and shattering the ice. They stepped forward again, and another forcefield captured them both. Agnes, who was watching through their eyes, smiled. “The orbs have been programmed to sense their magical presence. What if I confuse them?” Mary’s parents broke through the orb and raised their palms. Their palms glowed brightly, and copies of themselves began appearing everywhere. The orbs were set off everywhere they appeared, and soo

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?

The orb's electricity made the hairs on my arms stand on end, and my heart hammered as I stretched out, halting only inches from the surface. "Wait," Eric exclaimed abruptly, grasping my wrist. "What if it's a trap?" "It probably is," I conceded. "But we're not getting out of here unless we do something." He grimaced and tightened his hold slightly before letting go. "Just… be careful, okay?" "I will." I touched the orb. The planet burst. A blinding light surrounded me, tearing me away from Eric, the power of the energy drawing me into the sphere itself. My shouts were absorbed by the light as the world around me fragmented into bits, each revealing a distinct image—memories, moments, and pe

My reflection stared back at me, my silver hair which I always tried to cover up framed my face, my blue eyes, and my overall appearance. What was this place? Was I inside the orb? I approached the mirror in the room, and then I touched it. I was quickly sucked in, it felt like an electric pulse had zapped me, my brain cells fired up by the number of horrific images that passed through my vision, there was no time for me to piece together what they meant.

I know in my heart they aren’t a threat anymore, and that they need to see what is down here as much as I do. I throw open the door and pause, stunned. The entire room is filled with energy, and a giant blue orb is hovering in the air over the computer desk. “What the—” I don’t even know who said that, but I’m definitely thinking the same thing. Something tells me to close my eyes, and I reach out for my answer. Once again, thoughts run through my mind that are not my own. I squeeze my eyelids tighter and just let it happen. I recognize the thoughts as memories mixed with instructions and explanations that come quicker than my mind can process.

“Why? What’s—” The orb pulsed again, stronger. Heat exploded through the room. My skin burned. My vision blurred. Something deep inside me—something I didn’t understand—woke up like a sleeping beast opening its eyes. I staggered, gripping the edge of his desk. “Easton—something’s wrong—” The orb cracked with a loud, echoing snap—then shattered. The image of the dragon burst out of it, swirling around me in a ring of blinding flame. My scream was swallowed by the roar of its wings.

A strange blue light appeared inside. Then— silence. I stepped through. And stopped. The room was enormous. There were no photographs. No books. No weapons. Just walls. And hundreds of clocks. Every clock showed a different time. Some were ticking. Some had stopped. Some moved backward. I stared at them. "What is this?" My mother whispered: "The memory room." Damien looked around. "What does that mean?" "It's where the Circle stored memories." I frowned. "You can't store memories." "You can when you know how."

I need to gather all my senses so I can retrieve the Orbis. Since they can't go anywhere near the lake, it has to be done by me. An Orbis is round and glossy, like a pearl, only it is bigger than a pearl. And an Orbis can only be found in a Mystical Lake. One thing that makes the Orbis special is that it can take a person to any place or a different realm. All you need to do is step on the Orbis and think about the place you wished to be.