Witch Orbs Novels & Stories

He is going to possess a dragon and he shall combine it's genes with the Underworld for more darkness and powers, He is getting what he longed for. ❄️❄️❄️ Beyond Realm❄️❄️❄️ Derek's jaw dropped immediately he sighted the amusing blue gigantic orb, The Great forces surrounding the blue enormous orb was so disastrous, Derek's skin slowly fade away as he approached the Orb. " Wait..." Neron spoke out amidst the pains and Derek halted.

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.

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.”

“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

Laryn Sir Orland Locksy is a weasel in every sense of the word. I hate him and I hate the realm he lives in. Mucky skies, putrid air, and immoral people. I call it hell's realm. It's also my favorite place to collect treasure. My dragon brothers and I have been many times. It's always a challenge and, best of all, dangerous. I should feel apprehensive bringing my bride here, but what I feel is exhilaration clear to the tip of my dragon's tail.

Raya asked with a serious expression and Siren explained, "My Lady, it's the spell all around the world including the fantasy realms." "Sounds interesting…" Raya exclaimed walking away. The sea wizards had the basement lit up with candles all around it and both of them had black coloured strings in their hands with a tiny ball on them. In their spare hands were giant balls, transparent. Both Siren and Chapelle stood a little far from each other and then took a deep breath. Ahead of them was a massive earth globe and there was another colourless globe...all blank. "So, this is the other realm and this is our realm…" Raya pointed towards the Earth first then to the blank globe and both of them

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.