Witch Orbs Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Ellie climbed into Elara’s arms, her small hand resting on the orb beside theirs. “Now,” the witch said. Magic surged—the warm gold of Elara’s fire, the cool black of his shadow, the bright blue of the witch’s cold, all merging in the orb. It pulsed, growing brighter, until the chamber was filled with white light that made Elara’s eyes water.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”

She said his name, her voice breaking sadly. “I just can’t be that mate…” He sighed. “I am so sorry, Kelly.” He proceeded to stand on his feet. Placing his hands in his pockets, he continued, “The Oracle is tomorrow night. You just turned eighteen last week; you’re still young. It’s a great place to find someone.” The Oracle was a ceremony that happened once a year. It was for werewolves to find a mate, but you had to be eighteen and above to attend. Everyone in the pack that could attend always did. Even the alpha of the pack and his Luna.

Charlie POV. “What the fuck was that, man?” Brody shoves me in the chest, and I growl at him when Casta steps between us. He has a hand on my chest and Brody’s. “This will not help us. The oracle has been taken. Without her, the Angel will take over and consume power like it’s her favourite drink. We need to move now. We have to stop Aberdone before he gets his hands on Rosa. If he does, then we are all fucked!” he says, shoving us both back.

“What did you want to tell me, Oracle?” Her heart leaped as the Oracle reached out to touch Liora’s belly. “I must prepare you and the cub for what is to come.” “For the Rites? Of course, please. Thank you.” Liora took a deep breath as a warm forehead pressed against her naked belly. After a while, she felt something hot drip onto her taut skin. Liora’s eyes widened as she realized that the Oracle was weeping. Her cub kicked, wildly, but she forced herself to stay still as slender fingers gingerly rubbed the liquid in like a balm. “Your bravery has saved us all, Luna.” Oracle pulled back, revealing beautiful purple swirls that decorated her swollen belly like intricate art.

Inform their parents about this. "Okay, Prince Amir. "I handed Tony to Amelia and stood up. I waved my hand, and a white orb came out of my fingers and it covered the whole area. After a few minutes, I pulled my hand, pulling the white orb slowly. When the orb was in front of us, five insects caught in the orb and created a squeaking sound. It looked like a spider, but the mouth was like a human with sharp teeth. This creature is like a creature from hell. The body is hairy, with red eyes, and has eight legs with sharp claws

One of the Elders, a tall woman with violet streaks in her white hair, hands me a glowing orb. “You must harness the lunar core,” she instructs. “Draw from the earth. The stars. Your blood. Command it.” Right. That should be easy. I hold the orb in both hands and try to feel… something. Energy. Power. Connection. Anything. Instead, the orb explodes in a burst of white-hot light and launches from my palms like a cannonball. I yelp as it ricochets off the temple walls, barely missing one of the Elders before shattering into silver dust.

“That’s the problem.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked. “I’ve never seen anything like this. The orb is supposed to turn blue—or remain crystal clear. You’re the first person to hold it and have it turn this shade.” “Shouldn’t that make you curious enough to keep me here? To figure out why?” I asked, genuinely confused. “It does make me curious. Curious enough to ask you to leave, so I can study it and figure out what could trigger something like this.”