Witch Orbs Novels & Stories

She’s mine, so she’s coming with me—whether she likes it or not. I move to close the distance between us, but the male raises his hand, casting the wand in his grip. The orb at the tip glows white before it pulses and shifts into a flare of shimmering, prismatic colours. “Subnecto!” he snaps. The orb flares orange. Instantly, I’m locked in place. I bare my teeth, fangs lengthening as I try to move. The air smells like amber, wick, and salt—binding elements. But beneath that, I feel the hum of something deeper.

The orb pulsed faintly in Aria’s hand as she stood alone in the arcane vault. Its soft glow cast ethereal shadows on the dark stone walls, illuminating ancient runes that hadn’t been disturbed in decades. Every instinct in her screamed that this was no ordinary relic. It was alive. Not in the way of living flesh, but in the way of ancient memories preserved by magic older than the wolves themselves. She placed the orb on the altar in the vault’s center. Symbols etched into the stone flickered to life, glowing with blue fire as the orb reacted to its new environment. For a moment, the air vibrated—charged, trembling.

“Okay, that’s enough. Let’s go to our next destination now.” Meanwhile, in the northwest part of the magic realm, the group of Sabrina, Damona and Demonise together with their mates that were riding Kyrios, are stuck in the middle of a wide clearing while surrounded by a lot of anacondas. “How can we take the orbs?” Vorges asked after seeing the orbs on the giant snake’s forehead. “Wait—it’s not the orbs. It’s my infinite diamond! That snake might use fire!” Demonise said while frowning. “That’s bad—” Sabrina said. They almost jumped in fright when all the anacondas hissed at them, ready to eat them alive.

Was he stalling? “The Unnamed grows bored of this foreplay.”, he said and looked at Azea. “My Original lost. What a waste if resources.” He sighed. “I should have put more effort into you Will–“ The fist connected with the orb, with a resounding, satisfying crack. The orb crashed to the ground, rolling away and entangling its hands. He was confused. He didn’t notice any movement, how did he... “He’s not an object, you bastard!” The Unnamed looked at him at where Willow stood. If he had eyes, they would’ve widened. Behind Willow were nine small crystals floating behind him. There was a complete halo on his head, full crimson, and the orbs pulsed continuously with a crimson glow.

I only caught it with my hand, rubbing the sphere and turning it back into my white light signature orb. Creed’s dragon roared above me. The top of the metal box we had stayed in had been pealed away. Creed shifted into his human form, standing behind me. This orb in my hand was not a good enough punishment for this witch. My mouth salivated, watching her squirm. Creed, stepping forward to grab me, my eyes glowed purple against his skin.

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.

His hands clutched at the wound, blood seeping between his fingers. "The oath is broken," Darius whispered. Lancelot fell. Darius stepped over his body, then dragged it by his hand and approached the vault. He placed Alpha Lancelot's palm against the runes. They flared, screamed, then went dark. The iron doors swung open. Inside, on a pedestal of black stone, rested the Orb. It was not large—no bigger than a human skull—but it pulsed with light that was not light. Colors that did not exist. Power that made my teeth ache. Darius reached out and took it.

Leon roared, his amber eyes scanning the darkening room. The shadows in front of the fireplace began to swirl, condensing into a thick, misty vortex. From the dark fog, an ethereal figure stepped forward. It was the pack Oracle. Her long, tattered robes seemed to float around her as if underwater, and her eyes were entirely clouded over in a milky white, completely devoid of pupils. "Alpha Leonhart," the Oracle rasped, her voice sounding like dry leaves scraping across stone. It echoed in a terrifying, unnatural cadence that made the hairs on my arms stand up.

I turned my face and saw the Orb intact, without the black smoke around it, making it a completely black circular object, with no shine at all. I approached the object and reached out to take it. The sound of a thud echoed, and I stopped, knowing it was her stepping on the ground. I have to find a way to get this Orb, but without touching it. In front of me, a metallic box begins to form around the Orb. As Victor's aura becomes present, I can see that he is using Shadows and Lights to harden the metallic alloy. As soon as the box is ready, I pick it up and turn to the woman, but she is no longer there.

Every path I’ve walked and the ones yet to come will lead to this omega. Nothing else matters except making him mine in every way. I struggle to contain my raging beast, who demands I tear jim away from these prying eyes and protect him from the evil these men can do. As I look at him, I can see that he is also caught in this spell. His icy blue eyes are hazed with lust, and a heated blush taints his pale skin. I’m entranced as Ronan’s plump lips part, his breaths coming far too quickly as a look of pure ecstasy slides across his face. His eyes flutter closed, and he sways backwards. For a heart-stopping moment, I think he might faint.