Elven Bow Oblivion Novels & Stories

The 11 warriors taking the oath stood in a line in front of me and the rest of Silverclaw. “Trevor, Dominic, Edgar, Thomas, Theresa, Haven, Han, Krystal, Christian, Joshua, and Jacob, do you vow fealty to Silverclaw, accept the name Barrier, and ensure the safety of the Silverclaw name, even if it brings you your death?” “I do.” They each repeated. “Trevor Barrier, to swear this oath to the Silverclaw family, you must ensure this with a blood oath. Doing so will illuminate you completely if ever you were to betray, or cause ill intent to Silverclaw. Do you accept?”

“Master David, it’s not that I don’t want to give it to you, but the bow can only exert its power fully when paired with the Elves’ special skill. It will be useless if you take it.” After Isa finished speaking, she suddenly thought of something and quickly added, “Only women can practice the Elves’ special skills. Moreover, the source of the inherited bow has been exhausted. So you won’t be able to deliver that shocking blow again for a while.” “Ms. Isa, to tell you the truth, I have other uses for the bow, and I do not intend to use it as a weapon. If you are willing to give me the bow, I, David Lidell, swear as Overlord that I will always protect the Elves from any invasion as long as I l

Dave lowered his eyebrows, and after a while, laughed: "Of course, I will take good care of her. After all, if she also becomes a ghost and follows you, wouldn't it end up a love triangle on the way to the netherworld? When the time came, my sister would be heartbroken and sad. I won't allow such things to happen. Therefore, the only one who can accompany my sister is you. As for me, to compensate for your generosity, I will take care of your woman for the rest of her life." Kent didn't show anger. He shrugged, threw a wooden barn from his waist to the ground, then spread his arms wide, closed his eyes, and turned himself into a live target without any blind spots:

Shaking his head in disappointment, “And we do not accept weak in our pack,” “I Torian Valon hereby reject you, Maya Black to be my mate,” he finished. A retching pain tore through me as though my soul was being sucked right out of me, a shrill scream echoed as I held my chest. Tears stayed down my cheeks as the energy in me was drained. “And I hereby banish you for making an attempt on the future alpha of the crimson blood pack,” a smirk stretched across his face as my eyes widened in fear. He couldn't do that?

Deep down, I knew where this was going, but I wasn’t ready to accept it. Suddenly, the door opened. A tall figure stepped in, and I looked up to see him. He looked exactly like he did in the photos, this time even better. Handsome didn’t even begin to cover it. He stood around 6’5”, with a model’s physique and an effortlessly sharp presence. Dark blue eyes, a chiseled jawline, a well groomed beard… He looked like a Norse god. Like the actor who played Loki in Vikings, only far more captivating.

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.”

Elena said sniffling underneath her breath as she gave Elvenia one last glance. “It's time Elena. Are you ready for Elvenia?” Asrar asked Elvenia to stand at the altar. “Yes I am.” Elevina said with a smile across her lips. “Now Elevina, place your hand on the book of sacrifices and repeat after me.” Asrar said stretching his arms wide open and enchants; “I, Elevina, offer myself and soul to the book of sacrifices in exchange for the freedom of Winterfell! Sustum blotex dumcum alxerium porturm mumbistum!” Elevina enchants with Asrar.