Witch Orbs Novels & Stories

My jaw dropped. "What the hell is this? Please don’t let it explode," I muttered, holding it at arm’s length. Abigail shrieked with glee, snatched it from my hands and hugged it to her chest. "Violet! That’s a Lightning Orb! It’s a grade-four magic core, insanely rare, only forms where storm spirits die, do you know how much this is worth?! We could buy a small island! Hug your baby dragon! Hug it now!"

Inside lay a single, pearl-white pill. "A humble gift," he said. "For the First Princess." Someone in the crowd recognized it instantly and gasped. "That's the Ouroboros' Orb!" I glanced over, then lowered my eyes. The Ouroboros' Orb was the Snake Clan's most legendary relic—a treasure so deadly to obtain, it was said to demand a life in exchange. But its power was unmatched: it could obliterate old meridians and forge new ones, catapulting one's spiritual strength to unimaginable heights.

The orb seems to radiate an otherworldly warmth, drawing us closer with its irresistible pull. As we reach out to touch the orb, a surge of energy courses through our bodies, filling us with a renewed sense of purpose. Our eyes meet, reflecting the determination burning within each of us. We know that this is no ordinary orb – it is a catalyst for our ultimate destiny. With trembling hands, me and Jericho place our palms against the smooth surface of the orb. Its radiant light envelopes us, infusing us with knowledge and power beyond comprehension. Visions flaId before our eyes—visions of battles fought in distant realms, of heroes and villains, of triumphs and sacrifices.

I stepped forward, my heart pounding in my chest. And then, I saw it. A large, crystal orb that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light. The doppelganger gestured for me to approach the orb. "This is the Oracle," it said. "Here, you will find the answers to all your questions." I reached out a trembling hand, feeling a sense of wonder and awe. What secrets would the Oracle reveal to me? As I touched the crystal orb, I felt a sudden jolt of energy run through my body. The room around me began to spin, and I felt myself being pulled into a vortex of colors and lights.

When his palm touched the glass, the orb didn't just glow—it roared with a blinding, molten gold light. "IMPERIAL TOWER," the orb’s voice echoed like thunder. Then it was my turn. I felt the eyes of the entire room on my back. I walked to the orb and placed my hand on its cool surface. I released only a tiny spark of my silver wolf, but the orb reacted violently. The glass turned a deep, piercing violet, and the floor beneath the stage trembled. "IMPERIAL TOWER." A collective gasp went through the room. A wolf—a female wolf without a pack—had just been placed in the predator-only elite wing.

And it hummed when I touched it. I untied it slowly, almost reverently, and opened the fragile pages. What I read made my blood run cold. "The orb is a seed. Planted in chaos, grown in power. When in the hands of the unworthy, it births destruction. When nurtured by the pure, it can rewrite destiny." Page after page unraveled the truth.

Orabella replied, quietly sighing with relief. She stared at the giant fish and the begonia tree, asking, "What are you planning to do? Will you make a move? Decide quickly—the water-repelling orb's effect is nearly over." Gideon replied, "I trust you have a method to hold back the seawater. Time isn't our concern." "You!" Orabella gave a slight frown. She indeed had the means. Soon, the water-repelling orb's light faded, rendering it useless. "Activate!" Orabella commanded softly. Her scepter emitted a bright glow, releasing energy that formed a protective shield around them both.

On the next was a small figurine of a girl, her arms forming an ‘o’ above her head as she was forever frozen in a pirouette. On another was an orb the size of a softball, smaller than the one at castle mist. The inside of this orb was smoky, white tendrils twisting and curling within the dark surface of the glass. The magic that seemed to radiate from it in near-undetectable waves was different from the others. Shapes churned within the smoke, forming rapidly before breaking apart. There was a tug in my gut, the urge to see what those shapes were had me leaning in. “Rachel, do not touch the orb.”

At the same time that they invaded that place, two vampires tried to protect their orb when they tried to avoid having their heads decapitated, jumping from portals to portals, being surprised, simultaneously, by monsters that invested in their direction. At that time, when a demon who was a curvaceous lord who walked through portals, was in search of one of the orbs, charging and attacking his opponents and his opponents. - What a surprise you are here. – At that time, with a blow of a staff in which he conjured with a circular movement, in which he stopped a spinning kick that emerged from a portal, right behind him, turning around giving a rebound, pushing him away from the artifact. At t

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.