Witch Orbs Novels & Stories

She looked tensed and worried. "What is it?" I asked worriedly. "A crystal ball as you called it, is also known as an orbuculum. It is generally associated with the performance of clairvoyance and scrying in particular." "..okay...?" What does that suppose to mean? "A warlock or a witch who is associated with Ayannah's bloodline can use that or gift that orbuculum to another witch." "And...who is Ayannah..?" Did I miss something? "The witch who killed Endor..." She said.

I asked him. He pulled up a list on the projector screen so that we could all see and keep it straight for the planning phase. “The Eyes of Orboro is a conglomeration of potential species. We know for a fact there are no Light Fae, but my father mentioned that they are aligned with Dark Fae. We also know that we will be facing witches. Luna Brynn saw large fireballs being thrown from their side in a vision. That is most like Elemental magic. If they use fire then we should also expect lightning. Those two are typically used together.”

One that came from all around. The Sapphire orb, that harbored immense power, gleamed ominously nearby. In a moment of desperation, Lana reached out and touched it, her fingertips tingling with an overwhelming spurt of energy. As the orb responded to her touch, it pulsed with a blinding azure light, illuminating the whole place. "No! What have you done?" Annik yelled in frustration. Suddenly, two remaining lanterns of the orb flared to life, their transcendental flames dancing and crackling with raw power. Lana and Tyler found themselves surrounded by a maelstrom of swirling energies, a storm of light and dark entwined.

"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.

Each orb pulsated with strange power, the light from the orbs casting ethereal reflections around the realm. "This," Nyx continued, gesturing towards the orbs, "is your choice. Each one holds a fragment of power-one to guide your path. Green for healing, blue for wisdom, red for strength, and white for clarity. Choose wisely, for your choice will determine the foundation of your strength."

I nod my head, just listening to her. “Why did you pair a human with the God of Hell?” I need to ask her and she flicks her wrist again and I watch as three orbs float towards us. One is black, one is gold and one is silver. “The black is Fenrir, Theo is silver and you are the gold. Fenrir has waited a very long time for his mates. He thought I didn’t pair him. It made me worry because no orbs gravitated towards him and it broke my heart. Then one day a silver one moved towards his and stuck to him. The orbs are created when the mate is conceived. I never know the gender, only that the orb is a mate. For 28 years, I watched their orbs closely, then one day, a gold orb attached itself to them

After avoiding the opponent's direct attack, she clasped her hands together and said, "Snake Dragon Twist!" The two little snakes on her wrists straightened up immediately, and red and green lights appeared in their eyes. Immediately, red and cyan beams of power appeared in front and behind the oracles who were rushing toward Yvonne Johnson. These two beams of power suddenly entangled the oracles like a python hunting for prey. After being entangled, they suddenly twisted. "Creak, creak, creak." The voice of a steel plate twisting suddenly came from the oracle. The oracle's body turned into a huge hemp flower.

The orb sliced itself into two, making a Pacman with a purple color. "You know what to do Death Angel." The orb said, floating in front of his face. "Yes, I know!" He folded his black wings and glared at the orb. "Do what I planned." The orb said. "Don't rush; they're still didn't recover with the call." The orb vomits purple glitters and a picture appeared, like what you see in holograms. He uttered a sigh as he saw his master and death; in a single room in her master's call.

“Damn, you’re lucky we’re on this plane. But tonight? I’m tearing your ass up.” “It’s all yours,” he growls, nipping my lip. Before I can answer, Ordella’s voice cuts in. “I’ve got the orb set up.” The Unseelie orb—like the Riding Hoods’ coin—lets us see and hear what’s happening beyond the fae realm. Pixie scouts are overhead, relaying footage to our leaders. They’ve been game-changers in this war. On the screen, the witches begin to split into smaller groups. Idiots. They think it’ll help them cover more ground.