Witch Orbs Novels & Stories

"The orb is a relic, an ancient artifact. It was designed to deepen the connection between a wolf and its host, but unfortunately, nothing seems to be working on her. It's as if her wolf isn't responding at all." As she spoke, Grey stared at her in disgust, and I couldn’t help but feel a satisfying flicker of pleasure inside. I mean, look at her—dressed like a reverend sister, only in plain white, and yet she was doing something wicked. What a wretch, I thought as I rolled my eyes.

"It’s coming from the Gorge of Silences, the canyon that used to be the entrance to the Crystal Valley." We prepared a specialized "Sub-Orb"—a spherical vessel made of reinforced obsidian and pressurized quartz, powered by the combined resonance of the pack. The team was the core of our new world: myself, Félix, Nathaniel, and the twins. Lyra and Caelum were essential; their connection to the "Wild" was the only thing that could navigate the unpredictable currents of the Abyss. As the Orb descended through the emerald light of the Heart-Tree’s dome and into the dark, crushing weight of the open sea, the scale of the disaster became clear. We drifted past the drowned peaks of the North, the a

She thought she touched something like a sphere. The orb … She picked it up with her fingers and pulled it out of the lake. Then she saw it at last. Her eyes widened in surprise, studying the Orb of Phlareus in her hand. It had the same size as an eyeball, like a glass of sphere, glowing in orange light along with the Flerin. Then she noticed something. The orb was continuously creating liquid fire, filling up her hands, then flowing down to the lake. The endless flow, she thought.

She darted her eyes on the image and watched the whole scene with unblinking eyes. Two crimson orbs peeking out in the darkness. The aura it emits was so strong and dangerous. She carefully stared at the two orbs and realized it was guarding something. There was a small crystal below and behind it was a purplish red orb that emits a faint light. When she was about to approach, the crimson orbs immediately released it’s powerful aura as it immediately ruined her spell.

The lake mirrors the night sky on Earth but its waters rejuvenate our souls and restore our energy. “Take your time Morrigan for when you emerge, you will be refreshed and ready to face the dragon that is your father”. I laugh at her imagery. “You are so dramatic Selene, but not wrong”. I let my tunic fall. The lake shimmers under the beauty of lunar light. Rippling with the intrusion of my limbs, sending an echo throughout the body of water. The body appears black as night with a billion glowing blebs akin to stars in the sky. The blebs are moonstones that hold magic which charge the water.

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

No living thing will stand and live. I watch the witch as darkness swirls in the left arm before a shining orb materializes in her hand. She walks and whispers, nearing the dark orb in the palm of my father. I watch the droplets materialize and move from his palm and into the orb. The moon turned red again. She goes silent and looks up her eyes turning into different shades, and instantly stops.

Not only would I have to say goodbye to my wolf forever, but likely Tyce too. *** Sometime around midnight, I'd begun to drift into sleep when the sound of a pang jerked me awake, my heart thudding against my chest. I blinked a few times, looking around the dark room. What was that? Tap tap tap. Something rapped against my window. I looked up and almost screamed at the monster outside my window when I realized the two glowing orbs were a familiar amber color. I quickly got up and opened the window, and a very fluffy, huge wolf crawled in.

“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.

Ten large orbs floated in the middle of the room, lining each other like a planetary alignment with a large glass staircase spiralling around them up to the roof. Each orb held different colours and Hazel pointed at the second orb, a brownish gold orb with hues of white and silver. At the same time she was pointing at it, the orb pulsated with energy. The energy was like a gentle sonic wave and it hit only me. The orb suddenly turned into a world map and my eyes zoomed into the planet. The world spun for a bit and my vision took me to Asia. My eyes continued to zoom in, pinpointing a location and then I was thrown out into another vision.