Memory Orbs Inside Out Novels & Stories

Pernwél followed my lead and searched around the roots with me. We did find something. Pernwél was holding a little sphere in her hands. It looked like misty glass but the white and grey smoke-like substance inside moved slightly. It wasn’t something I had ever seen before. “A memory orb.” Pernwél said with a very faint voice.

Melissa said all of a sudden as she chanted as if to start a summon. ‘I have a seriously bad feeling about this!’ Orinda thought as he leaped towards Melissa and then it all happened in a split second, Orinda rushing towards Melissa, Favela finally realizing what was heavily wrong. But it was all too late because as soon as Orinda leaped close to Melissa she pulled an Orb, directing its energy to Orinda who froze up with widened eyes. } ‘That’s… a World Orb?! How is that even possible?!’ Jerry exclaimed within his mind as he watched the show unravel before his eyes.

"Are you terrified with what I said? About you being chosen by either of the orbs?" "Not really about that. Though I am scared of that but you see Amrak's been acting strange since that time at Pula. The orb must have flashed him memories from his life on the other world." "I'm going to guess nobody told you guys, huh? The orb shows you the memories from how and why you die," he informed her. "He has the orb so he must have seen how and known why he died."

The orb glowed brighter, filling with every moment, every thought, every piece of Kamrynn that made her who she was— And then, with a final flicker, it turned blue. I was panting, my entire body shaking, my head pounding, my vision swimming from the rage, from the helplessness, from the pure horror of what had just happened. Sherelle turned the orb in her hands appreciatively, then tossed it toward Lorien with a satisfied smile. He caught it effortlessly, the orb disappearing in his grasp, just as easily as it had appeared. Kamrynn’s memories. Gone.

I neared the glowing hub surrounded by blue hues, faint cries echoed from inside. Does it mean most of those who are immune to my enslavement are protected by a traumatic experience? I was curious about the memory, I had to destroy it so I might as well know what was inside. I tapped on the orb and I was sucked in before I could blink. The scenery looks like an outside world, and there was a girl, a girl I was quick to recognize as Lisa’s younger version. She was out on a field playing with two older kids, two boys who shared a striking resemblance with her.

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.

I was a bystander in all of this, but I couldn't help but feel I just as much at stake as the rest of these Fae. The six orbs melted into one, and I found myself drawn to the cacophony of color within the glassy surface. Splotches of black, red, green, blue, white--every color, even colors I had never seen before appeared in the large orb. With a great gust, the orb lifted into the sky. I tracked it with my eyes for as long as I could, watching until the harsh sunlight forced my retreat. I blinked back the large splotches in my eyes and cursed myself for looking so long. The harsh sunlight left me feeling dazzled and blind. As the spots behind my eyes slowly vanished, I found myself somewher

"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

In the center of the chamber stood a single pedestal, upon which rested a crystalline orb, pulsing with the same eerie light as the walls. He approached the pedestal cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest. He extended his hand towards the orb, his fingers trembling slightly. As his fingertips brushed against its smooth surface, a wave of information flooded his mind. Images, sounds, sensations – a torrent of data that overwhelmed his senses, leaving him gasping for breath.

“A hooded figure. Others were there too with robes… black as night. Chanting. They were controlling the ritual. And Zeke didn’t stop them. He just watched.” I stepped back. One foot. Then another. “No…” I shook my head slowly. “No, that—maybe it wasn’t real. Or maybe it was something symbolic. Not a memory, but a warning—” “Elora.” His voice was quiet but heavy. “I've read about orbs like this in books. The orb is not a prophet. It doesn’t imagine. It just remembers.” I stared at him. The words hung in the air like a noose.