Witch Orbs Novels & Stories

"Now shut up and let me work." Chloe could only watch as Ursula took Chloe's hands in her own and closed her eyes before beginning to mutter words that the blonde didn't recognise. She didn't have time to question it though, because no sooner had Ursula began to chant in her strange language, a light blue glow began to pulse from their joined hands. It grew and grew with each chant, flowing up Chloe's arms like a cleansing breeze. It felt oddly nice and calming but strange at the same time. Part of her wanted to run away from the strange light but another part wanted to stay, fascinated by what she was seeing. Witnessing such a remarkable thing distracted her from the perpetual anxiety withi

“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.

Ink spills from beneath the collar of his shirt and disappears beneath his sleeves, black lines twisting over powerful hands that look capable of breaking bones without effort. A death’s-head moth stretches across his throat, its wings spread wide over muscle and vein. It’s beautiful and terrifying. His eyes land on the man touching me and the room goes completely silent as the creep beside me finally releases my wrist. "Hey, man," he starts nervously. "This ain’t what it looks like." The stranger steps forward once. My skin prickles. "You put your hands on her," he says softly. That voice is deep enough to feel in my stomach.

"Oh, Wilbur, you're far, far too naive. Not all energies can be converted by the power of light. Today, I shall take your life with this Bloodism Bow!" Victor was nothing but gleeful at the look on Wilbur's face. He pulled the bowstring taut again, and three bloody arrows appeared this time. As he released the bowstring, the three arrows shot out in three directions to form a vortex that closed in on Wilbur. Wilbur muttered a spell, and his dragon aura formed a huge vortex with a ten-meter radius around him. Ever since becoming Orkot's pupil, Wilbur had gained a deeper understanding of dragon aura and could now easily create a vortex with it.

I get the feeling those two won’t be having sex tonight. “She’s right, let’s just do what we can,” says Arthwin, comforting his sister. She takes in a deep breath, “Fine.” Aulen and Arthwin move to opposite sides of the Orraikam with their arms outstretched and I watch as the French violet of their auras intensify and flow from their bodies like a cloud of thick purple smoke. It moves around the room as if it’s searching for something. It weaves in and out past each of my sisters and then begins surrounding the Orraikam itself. I step closer with curiosity as the hue of their magic gets a little thicker as it reacts to something near the crack in the Orraikam. As it gets thicker, the faintes

I ask Vivian to be sure. She looks up at me and replies, "It's the orb of doom." "And what does it do?" "You'll see," she says and turns her attention back to the orb. With both her hands placed on it, she closes her eyes and starts muttering some words. Next, a purple smoke starts to form in the orb. I look closely at the orb as images start to form through the dust. Goosebumps spread over my skin. Delilah is also beside me, looking at the magical display.

We stepped inside together, hands linked, love anchoring us. The chamber was small and dark. At its center, a pedestal held the artifact: a stone orb, hand-sized, swirling with black void. Inside, Vorath’s echo waited. Twins cried in pain. Aria’s eyes flickered black, void hungry. Kai glowed, trying to help, but faintly weak. Nyx sobbed, holding her daughter tighter. "Baby… no… mommy loves you!" I poured light into them, but the orb’s pull was strong. Twins floated gently in the air.

the evil woman shouted angrily A white light suddenly appeared,it was round in shape. “An orb” Mr Phenyo said smiling .. I didn’t understand what an orb was or why it was there. I only wanted to see Tanya safe. She was probably tired of all the witchcraft she had experienced for so many days.I hoped that she hadn't lost her sanity.

I couldn't imagine Alpha Adam Hayes would be there, being one of her warriors or worse, her slave. "We need a ride. I mean a ride ride!" Orora stressed out. "Something huge that can fly high!" "You mean a dragon!" I could tell what she meant. "Yes! At least, we don't only have a ride, but we also have a weapon just in case!" She ambled to the shelves of her potion and took three different vials. Shiva and I squinted our eyes. We had no idea what she was going to do next. Orora seemed to get our curious look that she gently put the three vials on the wooden table. "This is the rabbit's eyes!" We grimaced at the first bottle she pointed to. The fermented eyes of the rabbit were big and round.

"Remember the book about the orbs? The one we are trying to achieve is the purple orb also known as Murasaki. It says that it only appears when the night sky is awake." "I feel chills already," Selena mumbled, rubbing both of her arms. Slowly, Kitto closed his hand. No wonder why the Angel had appeared before him. He is warned that this orb is his to defeat. Apologizing to Arwha will have to wait until they get the orb. Menna was tip toeing, trying to reach a flower of the purple robe black locust tree when she saw how the sky was clear blue today. No big cotton clouds that she enjoys. She stopped reaching and smiled cutely.