Elven Bow Oblivion Novels & Stories

I chuckled. "It's a free show. You're only seeing live what you watch on your phones anyway. And don't lie and say you don't," Tyce taunted us. We all laughed, immediately groaning from the pain it caused. "Blake, Alexander, Tyson, I owe all of you," Alpha Antoine spoke in his French Canadian accent. "Both Lune Nordique and Bois Sombre are at your disposal. Any time you need help, our warriors are yours." "That's all we ask," Alex responded. "You can never have too many friends when it comes to war."

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

The wolves recover from their surprise and begin to attack me at the same time but Orthros shifts and Levi suddenly rises from behind me to cover my back, sending the wolves scurrying away in fear. The sons of Fenrir have taken advantage of the distraction the wolves provided, sacrificing their warriors to run away, but I halt them with my own power, making them forget everything they know, resulting in them going around in circles, utterly confused, as empty as their hearts that carry no empathy or compassion. “Pathetic fools. I don’t need incantations to use my gifts. I am Oblivion and I am Memory.” I growl. “I will make sure you never corrupt weaker minds again with your poisonous beliefs

He raised his hand. A dozen figures stepped from the archway. Armored. Armed. Marked by history and vengeance. A Stormhowl, limping, his furred cloak stained with old blood. A Hollowfang matriarch with a necklace of bone. A Blackmaw son with no eyes, just white pits and a snarl. All bore the scars of Theron’s rule. Elara’s breath caught. This wasn’t a rebellion. This was retribution. “You want me to abdicate?” she asked, her voice steady, deadly.

"That book carries the curse of power. The Moranos used it once to conquer our ancestors. We will not let history repeat itself. The book must be destroyed." Elowen laughed softly, her tone sharp as a blade. All eyes turned to her as she reached into her cloak and pulled out the black book. "Name your price," she said. The Atlan master frowned. "What game are you playing?" "Jewelry, gold, boxes of money," Elowen said carelessly. "Too small," she added, tilting her head. "I need more." The master glared at her. "Fine." He snapped his fingers, and his men brought forward boxes of gold and silver.

Outside, the mist pressed against the windows, blurring the world. Elowen's smile faded, her eyes hardening. 'Nothing's free, wolf. Curses like yours are woven deep, tied to blood and moon. I can unravel it, but you must fetch me moonbloom—a rare herb from the rival shifters' territory, deep in the Whispering Caves. Guarded fiercely, it blooms only under the eclipse. Bring it, and I'll lift the beast from your bones.'

Currently, outside of the swampland north of Elderwood Village, an elf can be seen traveling westward. Just like all elves, this one looked quite handsome but if one was to take a closer look at him they would realize that this elf was currently pale as a ghost. Naturally, this elf was Hidden Bow, the only surviving member of the party that Kirou recently decimated.

Arrows tipped with jagged obsidian sit in a quiver. Elowen tests the bow’s weight, grinning. “This’ll punch through armor.” Cian nods. “The arrows are dipped in wolfsbane. For disorientation.” ——— We don’t make it a mile before they strike. Six soldiers burst from the trees, blades raised. Rolan meets them first, Nightfang humming as it cleaves through a sword—and the arm holding it. Elowen’s arrow takes another in the throat, the wolfsbane smoking as he chokes.

“Then, do you know what would have happened to you if what you said were true?” “I would have become a fallen elf.” “Then, can you tell me what a fallen elf is? I assume you do not know, otherwise you would not have said such a lie.” “I am sorry Mother Lelyah.” “I see. I overestimated your ability to study by yourself.” She looked directly into my eyes. “A fallen elf is one who have lost Mother Jörð’s blessing. In other words, you lose your divine mana. Without it, you are nothing more than a mere beast, you cannot use any magic and you cannot cross the village’s barrier.”