Elven Bow Oblivion Novels & Stories

Orcs and mercenaries come out of Eluvene’s spell. Milton grabbed Eluvene by her arm and dragged her after him. He went down the river after the others. They would have to find a way to get rid of Galian and the Orcs. He had no more mana left. Drax and Tizgar followed them. Drax drank two mana potions and attacked the Orcs and mercenaries with Ice Lances. His magic didn’t harm the Orcs, but he killed some mercenaries. Eluvene let her Darkness free, slowing the Orcs.

The elf girl was holding this intricate bow displaying an ombre of colors of pure white, lavender, and icy blue, facing a {Class-Pawn: Barbarian Yellow Tiger}. The size of the creature was three times that of the girl; it had a menacing glint in its eyes as it glared down at the impassive girl standing before it. Maria had a hard time believing that this beast was ranked in the pawn class. Asking herself, how could this girl remain so calm and not show any reaction?

The elf body twist and churns into a full fledge living tree. The trunk slams down on the oceanic floor and grows beyond the pool. The sound of a bursting rupture fills the ocean as well as the surface just above. The tree emerges from the pond which startles everyone in attendance. Oblika takes a long look at the tree. Its leaves are fully blooming like living nature is at the prime of its life. The elven blood, however, coats that beautiful greenery with dark red blood. Venus's frightened look looks upon the creation and notices a sense of dark magic that has been used, the same old magic that is used to create and destroy. Quickly, she runs to Oblika and pushes her down to the ground. She

, Elvin was trying to convince me so that I fall into his trap again but there was no way I would fall for his tactics, not again, I’m not that naïve anymore so I just smirked at everything he was saying and I looked at him right in the eyes, freezing the frame at one last glance of us locking our eyes, a thousand tales to tell a thousand tales unsaid but may be we were meant to end like this on the different planes of same path so close yet so far, a lot of emotions were building inside me, everything was overwhelming. Even in the darkness of this jungle I could see his green eyes staring right back at mine, saying a thousand things to me but I chose to ignore all of them and I raised my ha

I want this token to be remembered for all eternity. 'Are you sure about this, Greko? I heard that he pampered his luna to the moon.' 'Do not tell me that you are getting scared of that whore? The behemoth lost because she summoned the Phoniex from the elven continent. But summoning a supernatural beast like that one needs offering and great strength. I am damn sure that the whore is recuperating right now behind that bastard.'

Our undoing. He looks up and his eyes meet mine for a second. Instinctively, my hand moves to the weight in my inner pockets, but he doesn’t notice the box. Instead, he turns his attention to the wolf. A foreign look slips into his face, but he doesn’t say anything. Then he turns to Gylen as he walks in, returning from scouting the area. ‘Anything?’ He shakes his head. ‘Not even guards. We’re in the clear’. ‘What about Argell and the others?’ ‘In the forest, I ‘spect’. He breathes and rubs his hands. ‘I think we should get back now, there’s only how far I can go under the full moon’. As he says so, his claws protract of their own accord, making him jump. ‘Right. Right, we should’. Gylen look

“Because I’ve seen it, Vale! I’ve seen what she becomes with them. A flame uncontrolled. A witchfire queen with no tether, no master. A destructive force of nature that will tear herself apart and take everything with her. And I won’t lose her again. I won’t let that power be wasted, be shattered by those pathetic wolves who don’t understand what she truly is.” I turned abruptly to the curved wall of the cave, where a shimmering mirror of obsidian reflected not my own face—but Elowen’s. Her image shimmered in the polished surface, vibrant and alive. Her eyes were glowing, the soft violet-blue of her new flame, full of life and a profound, radiant love. But she wasn’t looking at me. Not even

Elara’s vision blurred with fury and fear. She rose slowly, her voice trembling. “Then they’ll regret it.” --- The Flamebearer’s Game Far away, in the obsidian tower of the Crimson Order, Caelum knelt within a circle of runes—his wrists glowing with crimson chains. The Flamebearer stood before him, robes shifting like fire. “You will awaken, little prince,” he whispered. “And when you do, she will have no choice but to break—her heart, her soul, her magic. All for you.”

Nelson took a slow drag from his pipe and said, "Kid, I just asked around but didn't expect a crowd. They all came to help, not asking for a dime." I gestured to the planks behind me, "Just turn them into some makeshift bows and arrows, that'll do." Despite their confusion, the folks eyed the old-timey planks and got to work, led by a few eager beavers. Nelson sat by me, puffing away in silence. "Wooden armor, huh? Only someone extraordinary could rock that getup." …… Jim was extraordinary, alright. He was the general of my infant spirits army. I had armed him with a bow and many arrows, and as twilight fell, I suited him up in the armor myself.

Seeing him pissed, Xieaniel slowly took the ceramic jar from Olive’s hand, which she gladly let go of. “General…” Xieaniel whispered, and only then did Nathan notice the ceramic jar. It was ombre blue and red that has the emblem of La Elora. Venice felt her chest tighten. Seeing her pale face, John quickly walked behind her. “B-Boss is… here…” Olive whispered as if she didn’t quite believe her own words. Kate flinched when Raith lost his strength and his glass shattered on the floor. Oriana and Mix gasp loudly and cover their mouths in disbelief. Leon froze on his sport, unable to believe the words of his twin.