Witch Orbs Novels & Stories

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.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Layla’s scowl deepened. “What do you want?” Layla asked begrudgingly. Aurora scoffed at her grumpiness before reaching for the box she had brought. She placed it on the table, opened it, and watched as Layla leaned forward to examine its contents. Layla eventually relaxed back into Zach’s arms. “What are these?” Layla asked. “These are orbs derived from the monsters that essence fertilizers are fed to. When a witch uses them successfully, they become extraordinarily strong. But, like everything derived from black magic, there are terrible side effects,” Aurora explained.

“A hooded figure. Others were there too with robes… black as night. Chanting. They were controlling the ritual. And Zeke didn’t stop them. He just watched.” I stepped back. One foot. Then another. “No…” I shook my head slowly. “No, that—maybe it wasn’t real. Or maybe it was something symbolic. Not a memory, but a warning—” “Elora.” His voice was quiet but heavy. “I've read about orbs like this in books. The orb is not a prophet. It doesn’t imagine. It just remembers.” I stared at him. The words hung in the air like a noose.

I growled. Adam shifted, scratching the back of his neck. “The Orb isn’t just like a cliche seer glass. The Orb is something you must remain attached to until you’ve lived out every memory you’ve ever had, until you see your very first memory. It’s potentially going to be very painful for you, Isabella. If you must go that route, both you and Gaberiel have to commit to staying tethered to the Orb until you’ve seen your very first memory.”

One unread message waits on the screen, from Leon. 'Come to the den, food’s ready.'

“We must unravel its secrets if we are to move forward.” I can feel the weight of the orb's gaze upon us, its dark energy pulsing like a heartbeat in the silence of the chamber. With a deep breath, I reach out towards it, the hum of its power sending a shiver down my spine. As my fingers brush against the smooth surface of the orb, a surge of images floods my mind, each one more vivid and haunting than the last. I see Alena trapped within a cage of shadows, her eyes pleading for salvation. I see a figure cloaked in darkness, their malevolent laughter ringing in my ears as they tighten their grip on her fragile form. And then, I see a glimmer of hope—a distant light flickering in the abyss, b

The woman slowly walked to the glass wall behind the orb and pressed some buttons on the machinery placed behind the glass wall. The orb gave out a light greenish glow, and it turned completely black. 'Boy, place your hand on the orb', said one man. Ben slowly moved near the orb and placed his hand on the orb. Everyone was waiting expectantly for what the result would be. The color of the orb changed from black to green then to sky blue, then to red and then brown, then it gave out a golden color… slowly the color changed, and the orb completely became black. Everyone was closely looking at the orb and when it turned black, this is the 132nd time this had happened at the academy testing

He just got electrocuted by a very weird yet beautiful orb. I am about to refute him but a sudden occurrence has taken my breath away. Another orb in orange starts to emerge from another grave. Then, another one which is yellow. Then another which is green. Then another until there are now hundreds of multi-colored orbs floating in front of us like glowing flowers in a garden at night, if it is possible, of course. I still can’t believe what I am seeing. I almost freak out when those orbs start to move and form one straight line. What’s going on?

he shouted, ducking another blow. With a final, unified note, the ward shattered, its energy dissipating in a gust of wind that snuffed their torches. The box lay exposed, its lid carved with runes that pulsed faintly. Aria lunged forward, her hands shaking as she lifted it open. Inside, cradled on a bed of faded velvet, lay a crystalline orb. Its surface swirled with colors—blues, golds, and deep reds—shifting like a storm trapped in glass. “The Orb of Destiny,” she whispered, awe and fear warring in her chest.