Truth Seeking Balls Novelas e Histórias

The green glow in its eyes intensified, and a powerful suction erupted from the glassy orbs, yanking the white ball along a green thread, slowly drawing it toward the doll's eyes. The white ball struggled violently in midair, its edges leaking wisps of white light—the marks of a soul being torn apart. With each silent tremor, the air in the basement rippled. When the white ball finally touched the doll's glassy eyes, it was like a drop of water absorbed by a sponge, instantly sucked in without a sound.

How was I supposed to find it when I wasn't even familiar with the paths in that vast forest? This was draining. To be grouped, we had to pick a ball and anyone who had the same color of ball was automatically in the same team. Carl had picked the green ball. Miguel, the red. Vernon—blue. I dipped my hand into the box, fingers brushing through the surface of countless balls as I squeezed my eyes shut, muttering words of prayer. “Dear goddess, I know I only pray to you when I need something. Do I even believe in you? I’m not sure. So, if help is possible, please put me in a nice group that will do all the work”

There was a feeling of uneasiness in his ears as he remembered searching for a symbol, a mark or whatever it could be that could lead them to a pathway to the glorious light. "Where is it?" Clark asked. "Over here," his friend replied. "We must get to her before they come." "Who is coming to find her?" "We will know once we get to her first." Clark stared at the base of the pyramid, curling his lips into a desolate grimace as he observed the rough surface. Then he stopped as soon as he felt something smooth. "I think what we seek is here not there," Clark's voice echoed around the plains. "It isn't! Look further beyond the horizon. The prophesy says what we seek is a necklace of finest origi

All of us eye is warily as he places it down on the table before us, the surface of the ball reflecting hues of pink, green and blue. “Cian and Abella, place your hands on this,” Stace instructs, motioning toward us. Both Cian and I exchange glances before we both oblige. If this is the way to do it, then we have to, even if it upsets Cian that Stace is doing this. At least I know that with him doing it, the bond will truly be severed, and will never have the ability to be reconnected. “Is this really going to work?” Cian questions flatly, his fingertips brushing against mine as our hands find the strangely smooth surface of this ball. It’s most definitely not from this realm, and perhaps

No problem and said we all have our fears like for one Beverly still for the clowns. Shut up Trevor. Beverly said thanks guys period come on let us go and we do not want to miss the game. The three teenagers then walked towards the stadium ready to enjoy themselves, but little did they know, of shadowy figure was watching over them in from the background. Go ahead think that you are safe now the mysterious voice said have all the fun you want because the city will be ours. The strange voice he smirked in a background before disappearing. Trevor ran to the doctor’s side as he kneeled in pain from absorbing Cedric. Will Keith and pulled out a yellow glowing sphere that that contain Cedric’s re

He looks absolutely hot revealing his veiny arms, the same veiny arms that lead me to think of indecent thoughts. “Do we really have to participate, mister—Jordan?” I ask with an exaggerated sigh. “This is the most fun part of this evening, Keila. Everyone has been waiting their entire life for this part of the ball,” Jordan replies. The most important part of the ball is a child's game called 'treasure hunt'? Don't give me that crap. When the horn sounded, the entire people of the island scattered in search of these so-called treasures. There is a mysterious excitement and thrill in everybody's eyes, the big wealthy men included, and I begin to brainstorm what the reward of this game could

I look around, searching the place to find what's making the noise. I move forward and I hear the cracking sound again. Wait a minute. I look down and I see that they're many twigs on the ground. I've been the one stepping on them. I place my hand on my chest, sighing in relief. I need to stop being so fearful, I doubt that the hunters will be back. What's the probability of them returning when my classmates are just one shout away? Enough standing around, I have to find this ball before Sir Fizz notices I'm gone.

With a white glass ball in her hands. It was a magical ball that originated from the days when witchcraft relied on objects. The ‘fair ball’ as it was popularly known, was used by sorcerers to when someone was lying or not...a sort of magical lie detector. When a lie was told, the white fair ball would glow red, and blue if it wasn't a lie. “Come on, let's do this for you.” “I'm so not doing this.” “Come on, you have to help yourself.”

So did their weight. Turning it one more time, he noted the ninth ball at its core, a small, almost indiscernible piece that on its own seemed insignificant. A worthless piece on its own. He fingered the object and felt the connection. Each ball was linked to the core, though loosely. “Let me help…” Ariadne began. He pulled the third ball from left to right and top to bottom, then watched the balls come loose as one, each making a slow exodus to rest on the surface of the desk.