Witch Orbs Novels & Stories

He snorted. “Then I can call you the orb man, right?” “Well, we’ll see about that. So, it means you are here to get orbs, right?” “Do people get other things from you?” Sylvia questioned. “Yes.” “Alright then. I need the blue orb. Please give it to me. As you can see, my time is running out.” Sylvia pleaded earnestly. “Not so fast, Sylvia.” He smirked. “Shit! Do I need to do something to get the blue orb from you as well?”

Now, it felt hot against her skin, pulsating with an unfamiliar energy. A thought, clear and strong, pierced through the cacophony of whispers. The key. It was the key. With shaking hands, she held the key aloft, pointing it directly at the orb. The pulsating red light intensified, then began to recede, drawn towards the key like a moth to a flame. The whispers grew frantic, filled with anger and dismay. They spoke of betrayal, of broken promises. The orb pulsed violently, the swirling mists threatening to erupt from its containment.

It pulsed softly with a glow that changed from moonstone silver to deep amethyst, as if the very air around it hummed in recognition. "This," she said with reverence, "is called the Magical Orb. It’s used to recognize all the blessed wolves. Please, place your hand on it. Let your wolf feel her worth." I was already feeling it—the pulse of my wolf’s power. It surged through my veins like molten silver. I stepped forward, my breath slightly ragged with anticipation. This was it. Just one hour left before I would leave this Pack. I didn’t want to waste any more time. Without hesitation, I pressed both palms onto the orb.

She crawled forward, faster now, until the vent opened into the adjoining room. Her breath hitched. There, at the centre, was Orion, chained to a metal chair. His arms were bound tightly against the armrest, silver gleaming under the bright white lights. The scent of blood and something acrid filled the air as she peered in through the gaps. His skin was slick with sweat, veins darkening where the toxins from the silver burnt and seeped in. Her father stood a few feet away, watching with cold detachment as if Orion were nothing but an experiment.

“Let me review the details for you.” A picture of an old man appeared. “Garrett Norman is a chemist and has a factory called ‘oracle’, founded a new and rare metal called ‘oryx’ and crafted a weapon called the orb. Orb works like a nuclear bomb but is more compact, in the form of a diamond.” He paused. “It is powerful enough to kill an entire nation with a single strike. The government and every other illegal organization are after Garrett. We need to get it before anyone else.”

She arrived in a jiffy,placing the metallic sphere on the ground between Vincent and Sabrina who were still unconscious. "I need your hand. The spell is to powerful for me,I'll have to channel off your power." She extended her hand to Arthur which he simply agreed to. "Osposius borcus spirale...Osposius borcus spirale...Osposius borcus spirale...Osposius borcus spirale!..." Bella marvelled at the way the green ball of light seeped into the energy orb. And when the spell was over. The Witch and The Vampire both gasped for air. The orb remained indifferent but they could feel the aura of power emitting from it.

I closed my eyes and allowed my thoughts to focus on unlocking the memory orb. I sensed the magical energy emanating from the glass sphere and let my own energy flow into it, absorbing some of its power. I slowed my breathing, listening to the vibrations passing through my fingers and into my body. I imagined the orb as a small, delicate package, tied with multiple taut strings that protected its contents from being revealed.

Everyone we're shock as Mayari's blood formed an immense floating orb glistering beautifully like a ruby, above her. Mayari formed her hand into a fist, and the ruby orb surprisingly dispersed into a group of pretty scarlet butterflies, then flew away to an open window and meet the silvery night.

But speaking of which, she asked, "How in the world is he able to carry the wings then if they weigh as much as you said?" "His real power, of course." He pointed up for her to watch. Megan looked just then and saw that after a while of the drone assault, Adolf's wings had begun to glow very bright as the rainbow waves weren't just at the edges now but running erratic throughout the surfaces; and then, he released them.

Her mate's condition weighed heavily on her heart, each breath a struggle as she grappled with the uncertainty of what lay ahead. As she wandered deeper into the room, her eyes scanning the shelves and tables for any sign of a clue, she paused in her tracks, her gaze drawn to a mesmerizing sight. Floating just a few feet above the ground was a portal, its swirling colors casting an ethereal glow that bathed the room in an otherworldly light. The portal shimmered with hues of cerulean blue and emerald green, each hue dancing and melding into the next in a mesmerizing display of magic. Olivera couldn't tear her eyes away, captivated by the beauty and mystery of the swirling vortex before her.