Elven Bow Oblivion Novels & Stories

“I thought you already understand my clan, I was already three hundred years old, and Siobhan is already in her nineties. We look young from the greater power inside that we got from the covenant.” “Wow, I thought that you just have longevity, but you also have the rejuvenation as well.” Muttered Aaron while he looks at Azolla Supreme. Azolla Supreme laughed. “You should see your mate a hundred years from now, the elven race has longevity and the rejuvenation even without any magic. It’s all in the blood.” “True that,” I said to her while grinning like an idiot. “So, what can we do now? And I need to tell you that we are going to sign the agreement, as we couldn’t go and help you without any

“But you are not like the others. I can see it in your eyes. You seek something more than just a title. But be warned, what you ask of me is no small thing.” I nodded, trying to suppress the growing tension in my chest. "I'm ready," I said, though my words felt almost hollow. Deep inside, I was still fighting myself. My heart ached with the remnants of Argon, my ex-mate and the promises I had made to myself concerning him. But those promises felt distant now, like a life I had outgrown. Elara gave a slow, assessing nod. “We begin with the Luna bow.”

Outside, warriors’ voices carried through the thin walls of the tent, talking about the Eastern Pack, about a war brewing on another front and about the King wanting more men on the border by the next full moon. During the day I walked around the camp studying everything, possibly an escape from this place, but more than once my eyes drifted toward the kitchen, searching to see if I could see Elowen so badly. Each time I caught myself doing it, disgust crawled up my throat. She is Northern, I reminded myself, she is nothing but a means to an end, same as everyone else in this frozen hole. Later that evening she was late coming back to the tent. I told myself I didn’t care…I told myself it me

, Aaron asks, while munching on his goldfish. “I know a decent amount of things.”, I state. “What do you know about elves?” “There are six groups of elves: Moon, Elemental, Half, Nature, Avariel, and Dark elves. I know dark elves for their excellent skills at potions, dark magic, stealth, and fighting abilities; their ears are almost like vampires, but it’s to a slit. Avariel elves are winged elves. They have the same abilities as all other elves because of their mixed breeding; their ears also point straight out as well. Nature elves are known for their excellent hunting skills, potions, light magic, and their ability to communicate with animals. Half-elves are excellent at potions and it d

“She does not deserve your mercy!” “…mother…” “Oblivion?” Olivia scoffed and let out a haughty laugh. “You don’t have the power, little girl!” Adolph wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt the air shake. He turned and looked at Nimue. The glow in her eyes had turned dark like obsidian. His sword lifted from the ground and out of its sheathe. The blade glowed bright blue and grew brighter as it aimed at Olivia. In a flash, it shot through the air, tearing through Olivia’s arm like paper.

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."

I could see the Shadowed Moon above me. The black and silver energy that was turning into a storm was unlike anything I had ever seen. Its last attack, the Heart of Oblivion, was a powerful force that was meant to kill everything in its path. The trees broke apart, the ground cracked, and the air buzzed with liquid energy. Even though my chest hurt and my muscles screamed, the Silver Heart kept beating inside me, giving me life and power. Kael growled, and his amber eyes were on fire. "Selene, it's the Heart of Oblivion!" You need to fight it right now, or we'll lose!“

Craziness in its eyes, that golden pit of fire, it took another step forward. 'No one can see me, see beyond my beauty. You lie.' 'You use human pain, for all that is dark. There in you, is vengeance, greed that swallows light, but light can’t be destroyed, nay, it can’t be, for light is more powerful than the black. I shall win you, we shall destroy you. Your seduction, your temptation, all too brutal and swaying. But I see, beyond all that gold beauty, I see, Ahriman, your grime and darkness.'

The forest opens into a clearing, the stars shimmering silver along the path, and I pray this time it will be different. The wind grows colder as we delve deeper into the woods. Leaves rustle overhead, carrying wisps of smoke from the burning palace. The air is thick with ash and sorrow. I can still see the faint orange glow far behind us, lingering like the dying eyes of a creature that won't close. Martha stays silent, her arms clasped tight around me, each breath trembling against my back. I sense her heartbeat—steady yet strained—as she carefully leads the horse across a narrow stone bridge; the stream beneath glimmers like liquid glass.