Elven Bow Oblivion Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, in a black forest, five black-armored elven men were being bombarded with magic spells and arrows by eight orange color-armored elven men. The five black-armored elven men’s skin was a bit darker than normal elves, their ears were a bit longer and wider, two of them had fangs out from the corner of their mouth. And the orange color-armored elven men, they had an insignia on the chest of the armor, which was designed as a star, a sun and a moon were inside of a circle and the circle was inscribed on a watchtower symbol, it was the insignia of the Eldarin Court Watchers.

I ask Jason, my voice barely above a whisper but he doesn't answer me, his focus entirely on whatever spell Elowen is weaving. Suddenly, cries from a strange creature grow louder and closer. I then hear the snapping of branches and the thunderous impact of its footfalls. Just as the eerie beast bursts into view, a mass of writhing shadows and gleaming teeth, Elowen's chant reaches a crescendo. The air in front of us ripples like water, and suddenly, a bridge of swirling light spans the ravine. "Go!" Elowen commands. "Here ends my mission. Luna Kelly,you may continue with Alpha Jason and your adorable son Eden," she then adds as she braces to face the approaching creature, her eyes blazing wi

But when I looked at his eyes— I didn’t see Kael. I saw Oblivion. And it was smiling. The blade pulsed in my grip, black light crawling over my skin like chains made of shadow. Whispers coiled in my head, soft and sweet and promising everything I was too afraid to want— Power. Control. Enough strength to break him before he broke the world. All I had to do was let go. All I had to do was say yes. “Elara.” Kael’s voice again—low and soft and wrapped in something that made my bones want to break.

"Squeeze the throat! March them through! Let the glass kingdom claim its prize!" The violet light died. Aelion stepped back, drawing his slender twin daggers with a fluid, resolute ring. "They are coming." A tense, breathless minute passed. Then, the heavy, rhythmic clinking of enchanted glass armor echoed into the stone throat. The Forest Elven vanguard marched into view, their shields shimmering with refracted light, their banners flying high as they charged headfirst into the center of the trap, entirely blind to the teeth waiting to snap shut above them.

That was King Ruven Omanelis shouted at the soldiers wearing the same hooded robes. The soldiers took off their hoods, raised their bows, then fired shots into the air. When the arrow stabbed into the winged demon beast's body. From within the wounds inflicted by the arrows appeared thorny vines that tore the winged demon beast's body from the inside of body until it shattered and fell to the ground with a strong stench. The arrow belonging to the elves specifically inserted the seeds of thorny vines into the enemy's body and tore the enemy's body to shreds from the inside.

Everyone held their shields up in random directions unsure of what else to do. "HAHA." Havoc began laughing as they arrows rained down from above them. They were coming from the treetops. 'Most elves are so good with their bows they can hit a moving target just by using sound alone. But it also doesn't hurt their eye sight is better than a humans, and no harm in the fact they have magic cast on them so they can see through the mist. Humans should have never disregarded the knowledge of the beings they almost drove to extinction.' "HAAA!" Yelled a familiar voice. Havoc looked over just in time to see Thomas cleave a soldier in two with his battle axe.

Nexus' reins were tugged at sharply, and he gave an annoyed neigh, but Nimuel's eyes were on Aelanor, confused and surprised. "The prophecy, Aelanor. What about..." "We are not going back. The Shaman never told us to go back," Aelanor stated calmly. "But he said..." "He told us to go. And we have to go. We are half-mortal now, and we are the only elves who can't be touched by the curse. We are the warriors, cousin. We have to find the source of all these inflictions and fight it." Nimuel's mouth was open in an "o" as her companion's words started making sense to her. More questions rose up in her, but they were overridden by her feeling of guilt.

A tall figure began taking form as it moved towards Niamh and the other elves. "Get ready!" General Aengus raised his hand. Elves raised their bows with arrows notched. Niamh frowned, then gasped. Lord Beluar strode casually out through the shadows of the ancient trees. "I'm so glad you've come, your Majesty. It seems Breathnach is trying to cross the river."

"The world is broken, my child. You cannot fix it. But you can save yourself. Stay here with me. We can tend a small garden. We can be safe. No more blood. No more death. Just peace." It was the same offer, tailored perfectly. For Ashiel, it was brotherhood. For Finn, it was comfort. For Elara, it was an end to suffering. Elara was the strongest of them in so many ways. Her compassion was her core. And the Oblivion was using that compassion against her, offering her a way to stop the pain she spent every day trying to heal. Tears streamed down Elara's face. "I want to," she sobbed. "I really want to."

(Captain Colride) As I were enjoying the fast pass by scenery of the calm ocean and beaches, nearing the Eloesa Island. Captain Colride, the current Scorpion X1 pilots speaks on the intercom, Captain Colride is an Elven, actually 80% of Aeternum Air force Soldiers were Elven and all the Bird Demi Human, as they have the physical gift of being a perfect pilots as they were all have good eyesight and extremely compatible with wind nature and able to manipulates wind elements to their will. They were simply the best at their job and added with my military training, all of my pilots were simply the best at what they do, up until now there has yet a single air craft accidents that has happened.