Elven Bow Oblivion Novels & Stories

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!“

One of the nobles who were on the Second Prince's faction indignantly said. "Count Bolton, what made you think that not choosing a jeweled eye possessor was an exception? Don't forget that the Holy Maiden before Princess Kristina was a lowly commoner borne from a slave!" One of the Second Prince's advisers said, "They may not have chosen the previous Saint Archmages as the Holy Maiden. But that doesn't mean that they wouldn't do now! Minerva Chrysalis de Ivrea was the only jeweled eye possessor that was borne from the highest concentration of magic of the Saint Archmage and the most divine power of the Holy Maiden!" The adviser glanced at everyone and bowed his head to the Second Prince.

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.

"Longer than it takes me to rip your throat out. You rejected me. Called me worthless. Now I'm the one with roots coming out of the ground. How's that feel?" He laughed wet. "Feels like you're dead already. The elders don't negotiate. They erase. And when they come, they'll burn this whole keep just to get to you." Gunnar grabbed him by the hair and slammed his head against the table once. Hard. "Names. Who's riding with Jakob? How many shamans?" Sveinn spat blood on the floor. "You'll find out when they're at your walls. Elva's blood is a beacon now. Every pack that hates the idea of one king is coming. And they all want her head on a spike before she wakes up fully."

I went to my room and slammed the door and locked myself. "I guess now I know why she screamed earlier." Jacob told them. "My twin loves an Oblivious guy. No matter what she do, he doesn't see her." Bella and Cole told them a bit about mine and Matt's friendship. "Well, that's because he doesn't have competition. From what you told me, it seems like he also likes her, he is either really oblivious or scared to ruin his friendship with her. Or both." "I guess, we should put a plan in motion." Cole said while running his hands together.

"A word, if I may." Sethlzaar ceased his exit. When they were alone, the Lord Commander continue. "Commander Ilnel tells me that you are exceptional with a bow. Is this true?" "Yes, My Lord," Sethlzaar answered, choosing to ignore the hint of condescension in Bilvion's voice. "And among the other priests you bear the title of First Bow." "Yes, My Lord."

No one had trained for fighting oblivion itself. Rowan positioned archers along the battlements, though everyone knew arrows would be useless. Steel and claw could wound corrupted flesh, but what could touch something that was the negation of matter itself? “Hold positions!” he commanded, his voice steady despite the impossibility before them. “We protect the stronghold. We protect each other. We do not break!” Below, Elara lay where she had fallen, too weak to move, watching the entity approach. Maren crouched beside her, one hand on her pulse, the other clutching medical supplies that would do nothing against the kind of damage Elara had inflicted on herself.

Her blade sang as she drove it through the creature’s gullet. "How many more?!" she shouted. Ravelan looked around grimly. "Too many." But Elias wasn’t finished. He stepped into the center of the fray, eyes glowing. "Arise," he whispered. A massive circle of glyphs expanded across the floor, pulsing like a heartbeat. "Valarieth’s dominion," he murmured, raising his hands. From the markings, ancient beasts—spectral and divine—rose and joined the battle. Lions with burning eyes, hawks with wings of flame, armored hounds—every creature summoned under his command ripped into the corrupted hybrids without mercy.

Though this new path added five more days to the trip, it was safer and smoother, better suited for Lyra, a fragile she-wolf who deserved care and protection. But that wasn’t the only reason. This path passed by a special place, a small cave deep within Gloomwood where Raven and Cara, who was now Lyra, had once lived happily together. Raven had heard that the Potion of Oblivion, the memory-erasing elixir Lyra had taken, wasn’t permanent. With the right stimulus, the memories could return little by little. He hoped the first ones to resurface would be the beautiful moments they once shared.