Orange Lantern Novels & Stories

Mufasa poked a straw into the jar and brought it to them. “Because their bioluminescent light have the tendency, the very extraordinary tendacy to be the source of a very severe effect on anyone that comes in while they are not in this blue colour,” he explained and handed the jar over to Wayne. Wayne's jaw ticked as he stared down on the bluey, whitish liquid. Obviously, he was not going to be a fan of drinking that every week. “The orbs have a different colour?” Olive inquired, curious about how the Ethe Orbs could be harmful on anyone who barged in.

“Let me review the details for you.” A picture of an old man appeared. “Garrett Norman is a chemist and has a factory called ‘oracle’, founded a new and rare metal called ‘oryx’ and crafted a weapon called the orb. Orb works like a nuclear bomb but is more compact, in the form of a diamond.” He paused. “It is powerful enough to kill an entire nation with a single strike. The government and every other illegal organization are after Garrett. We need to get it before anyone else.”

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?

From their Korean lessons, Kate guesses that one means {it’s nothing special}. Now sitting across their usual round table, Nathan says: “I just realized. An orange is a perfect substitute for cake because it has sections. You can peel it and then divide it into slices.” Nathan makes the little-bunny air quotes to stress the last word. It’s a gesture he learned from Kate and looks cute from him because he’s tall like a gentle giant. “It’s perfect,” Kate says as she starts peeling the orange. “But you know what would’ve made it even more perfect?”

"It can sense one's cultivation level. Only those who have reached the level of a martial lord can trigger a reaction. "The orb will glow in one of seven colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, or violet—each representing a different stage. Give it a try." Without hesitation, Chase channeled a thread of his true energy into the orb. Immediately, the transparent orb lit up with a dazzling white glow that was intense. "What's going on? Isn't it supposed to show a color—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, or violet? What's with the white light?" someone in the crowd asked, confused.

she said slowly. "Discount sun," Dante corrected, taking a sip of his coffee. "The real one still arrives on schedule. This is the early-access version." A convoy of vehicles rolled into the compound below. Workers began unloading crates—rare flowers that bloomed only in direct light, heat-sensitive orchids, gold-thread banners embroidered with wolf motifs, crystal light sculptures shaped like howling wolves and crescent moons. An assistant jogged up with a card, handing it to Luna with an apologetic bow.

I could just watched as she refrained from letting tears run down her cheeks. Every inch of my body was urging me to run up to her and hug her. But being the stupid me, I just watched. She stood there silently and looked at her wrist again, it had healed. "But this doesn't mean I'm willing to be luna." She whispered. I whimpered a little, feeling slightly hurt. She then took some oranges and started squeezing the juice out. She threw the oranges into the bin and put the glass juice on the table and wrote something on a piece of paper and started to walk to my direction.

I wasn’t in the mood to tell her long stories and I didn’t think she would understand anyway. I began peeling the orange. When I took a bite, I was surprised. The taste of the orange was very fresh. “Where did you get this from?” I asked with a raised brow. “I went out early to get the freshest ones,” Crystal said proudly. “The stall owner said it was transported from the land of House Fox yesterday. I paused as I felt my throat start to tighten. “Are we close to them then?” I asked. “I suppose so,” she said. “The stall owner said it was only a day’s journey from the Fox’s land.”

Shadow looked pleasantly surprised. “They did.” Orange chuckled in irony. “Though, they never reciprocated it. I thought it was just his personality. Geez.” Shadow only laughed. "Ah, brother." "Yes?" "You're Orange Bunny, part of Wild Bunny." "I know that." "It means, you're also an Outcast. Did you forget?" Orange flinched as the wheel inside his brain started to work more seriously. Then, he turned away with a blushed face.

Once Orlando got out of the mansion he heads straight to a huge shrub hiding an old Volvo car that was also used as his disguise. No one in the family was aware something like that lived on their wealthy compound neither did they suspect. Orlando took the shrubs off the car, threw the bag behind the car seat before settling in. He leaned back and let out a sigh then took out his other phone dialing a familiar number. “Hey Dhal, get me the usual for tonight.” He spoke through the phone. “What’s the occasion tonight?” A woman answered from the other line. “Cakes and butter. Can you take care of that?” He asked and could see the smile on her face when he mentions it.