Elven Bow Oblivion Novels & Stories

" Eh?! Why me?? I'm not delicious!!" " Just do it!" I ordered. Towcs whines but immediately dashes toward his position. " Lux! Bug! Go for her right arm! Creadestor! The neck!" I yelled out. The Elf fires her bow at me but as soon as Towcs starts shaking his bum all attacks fly towards him?! Even Manor, who was chopping off the ribbons on his body, suddenly finds himself flying towards Towcs with his sword aimed at him!!! Fake sheeps can do that?!

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

She nodded and disappeared with a deep bow. ‘It is easy for you to be king,’ said Maddie with a smile. He grinned back. It took a while for Ilva to come back, say something to Raven, and then disappear again, bowing deeply again. ‘Ilva has confirmed what I thought the black magic there is of a very heavy vibration,’ said Raven, saying that dozens of white elves were on their way to Gizeh in the meantime. ‘Can you breakthrough that heavy magic with your collective magic?’ asked Rodolf, ‘yours and Maddie's?’

They paced, baring teeth as if readying for war and yet they were waiting for something. “Stop them!” She cried, looking desperately at the figures that morphed from the shadows. “It’s going to kill her!” As you wish, my Queen. The wolven shapes suddenly darted off in the direction of the forest, following the distant sounds of struggling and cries. Chloe was suddenly moving too, as if a cord had been tied around her waist and it had been yanked. She was certain she wasn’t even touching the ground as her body sped through the forest. The shadows moved seamlessly though, darting around trees and shrubs as if performing some dance. They melted into the shadows left by the tress on the melting

A vampire leapt toward her from behind — she spun, ducked under his swipe, drove a dagger into his abdomen, twisted, then shot an arrow through his skull at point-blank range. She didn’t even breathe hard. She hadn’t shifted. She didn’t need to. Her combat as a human was art. To my left, a surge of dark energy rippled through the field. Elowen. The air around her shimmered unnaturally, her hands glowing faintly as she murmured words too ancient for most to understand. The ground beneath a cluster of advancing enemies cracked open — dark tendrils of magic snaking upward, wrapping around legs, dragging them down. A vampire tried to break free.

The only thing that is still there was the blood that had already gushed out. Her race also has the healing ability, but it is not nearly as fast as this. Elven blood probably has the faster healing ability. The audience is clapping, awed by the performance. They must be now considering to outbid one another. "Since our honored guests are satisfied, we are now opening the floor price. 1000 Arjents," announces the auctioneer. "Who wants to pay 1000 Arjents?" “1000” “1100” “1300”

The man who had given me a reason to live was going to be the one to end it. "Zade, please," I whispered, tears blurring my vision. "I know you're in there. Don't let him do this to us." His claw touched my skin. A thin line of blood trickled down my neck. But then, something happened. The moment my royal blood touched his claw, the stone archway began to glow. "The price is paid," the ancient voice boomed. The archway didn't open. It began to suck the light out of the forest. A vortex of blue energy swirled in the center of the stone, pulling everything toward it. Marcus stopped playing the flute, his eyes widening in shock.

"Shadowthorn essence is a dark poison derived from the thorns of the nightshade plant. They cause terrifying hallucinations, leading to paralysis." "While Whisperwind Venom is harvested from the elusive Whisperwind spiders dwelling in the ethereal forests, this poison imbues one's mind with haunting whispers and illusions, driving them to the brink of madness." "These poisons are not easily found. They are only in Kingdom Solstice." As tears streaked down my cheeks, I struggled to make sense of Dr. Halt's words. My shoulders sagged under the weight of the brutal revelation, and my eyes widened in shock. Frantically, I scanned the room, desperate for answers that slipped through my fingers li

“They’re trying to claim the sword.” The lead figure stood, turning to face them. Their hood fell back, revealing a face Elara recognized—the hunter leader from the Northern Wastes, his eyes now solid black, his skin marked with void runes. “Voss,” he said, his voice distorted by magic. “We meet again. Though this time, you won’t stop us. The void will have its revenge.” He lunged, his shadow magic tearing through two worshippers, but they kept chanting, and the sword’s glow dimmed, as if being drained. Ellie’s silver fire flared, purging the void magic from a nearby worshipper, but more stepped forward, their hands raised.