Orbs Eyes Novels & Stories

“Because the orb responds to intention. Not blood. Not strength. Not age. Only intent. It saw something in you. Something the others never showed it.” I didn’t respond. Not right away. My thoughts were too heavy, and the memories from the book still pressed hard against my chest. I thought of Erebus—how calm he always seemed, how collected. And I thought of Griffin, with that cold determination in his eyes. They weren’t just hungry for power. They were ready to destroy anything that stood in their way. And now, I had seen what the orb could do to people like them. It would not be quick. It would not be clean.

They both get off the horse and approach the scene that is unfolding. Romare’s skin is dried and cracked. Instead of the vanilla color he sports as a low-born, he is paler than anything else like snow covered in ash. His eyes are mutated, the same color of a serpent that dwells within Ny’Thal. The elf’s armor is ripped upon at shoulder length all the way down his chest and past his leg plate. There is a hole big enough to show what is on his chest. A triangle and within the triangle are three eyes meshed and augmented as one. Romare yells in a voice that sounds like it's being corrupted by a serpent of darkness. “Kill me…Before!” Another fireball rushes across the field of battle from Leon.

Instead, he just stared at me. “Amanda… your eyes.” My heart skipped. “What about my eyes?” I asked, panic rising. “They’re…” he hesitated. “They’re orange.” I froze. “What?” I pulled away from him quickly and turned toward the mirror. And there it was. He wasn’t lying. My eyes— They were glowing. Bright. Orange. “What is happening?” I whispered, fear creeping into my voice. “This isn’t normal… Sage, this isn’t normal.” My heart started racing as I stared at my reflection. I looked the same… but different at the same time.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

Orin’s Pov My body ached with every movement, yet when she came running toward me— her eyes filled with panic and I forgot the pain. Her eyes were dark, almost black, but when the light caught them, they shone like stormy seas that were deep and restless holding on to me like I was the only thing in the world. Her face was soft and pale, her lips were full and parted but trembling a little, like she had forgotten how to close them.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Tobias glance away, while Addison stiffens. Master Ombres turns away from the windows, her arms crossed. She’s a lanky woman with black hair and the characteristic all-black eyes of a demon, which contrast her warm smile in a way that’s almost uncanny. “Thank you all for joining me,” she says, looking around the room at the surrounding students. “I’m sorry to drag you away from your free time like this, but there’s something I need from you, and I’m afraid it can’t wait.”

They g=hand the oracle upside down and leave the note. They look at me. Their eyes glow red and disappeared. “Savanah!” I came back in reality and all of them are looking at me. I let go of the oracle’s hand and cried. “What did you see?” West asks. “They killed her,” I sob. “Who?” I shook my head. “I don’t know what kind of creatures they are, but their eyes glow red. One of them swallowed a green color light.” West instructed some of the men to minimize the crowd.

He stepped out. Tall. Not just tall—broad in that way that made the space around him feel smaller. Dark hair, slightly messy like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. Sharp jaw. Black hoodie, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. But it was his eyes that stopped her cold.

He flipped through some more pages before he got to the one he wanted. “The man said the Eyes, and you were called the Vessel. The Eyes of Orboro is a collective group of fuckers who search out Vessels from your lineage. They seek to possess those powers so that they can wield them. This amulet conceals your identity. As long as you wear it, they won’t be able to sense your untapped power nor will they be able to home in on your location,” he said. Brynn nodded as he explained, but there was nothing breaking through her exterior that indicated how she was feeling since this was a lot of information that was thrown at her all at once.

someone mutters. “Flame marks and glowing eyes,” another chortles, tapping ash off a cigar. “What’s next? Dragons in the woods?” More laughter. The kind people use to push fear away. To bury unease under noise. But Orion’s not laughing. His fingers freeze mid-drum. The air around him folds in, quiet and sharp. Deep blue eyes. A mark shaped like flame. His mind trips over the image uninvited—a girl curled beneath him, skin flushed with sweat, the small flicker of something dark and orange tucked at her hip, barely noticed then.