Witch Orbs Novels & Stories

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.

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

I need to gather all my senses so I can retrieve the Orbis. Since they can't go anywhere near the lake, it has to be done by me. An Orbis is round and glossy, like a pearl, only it is bigger than a pearl. And an Orbis can only be found in a Mystical Lake. One thing that makes the Orbis special is that it can take a person to any place or a different realm. All you need to do is step on the Orbis and think about the place you wished to be.

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.”

Darius said, and pushed the door open. The Orb sat in the center of the vault on a silver cradle exactly as described, roughly the size of a human head, black in a way that seemed to pull light toward it rather than reflect it. The air around it was very still. "Six minutes," Aveline said. I crossed to the cradle. Up close the Orb had a faint internal movement, slow dark currents shifting inside the glass like something breathing. “Don't,” the voice said. Loud now. Urgent. “You don't know what that does to us.”

Inside, a glowing orb floated above a marble pedestal, bathing the room in soft golden light. "It’s beautiful," I whispered. "It’s dangerous," he replied. He stepped closer, and the orb pulsed as if it recognized him. "What does it do?" "It’s the source of Betmor’s bloodline strength. It’s ancient and alive. It shows visions—memories, warnings." I watched as he reached out, but the moment his fingers neared it, the orb flared. A force pushed us both back against the wall. We hit the ground hard, breath knocked out of us. I groaned, but Ugarh sat up quickly, his face pale.