Elven Bow Oblivion Novels & Stories

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.

Eyes that held a familiar sharpness. Iselda. The healer from the Black Forest. The one who poisoned a village. I know who collects them, she whispered. I knew her when I lived. She was a child then. A Null. Like you. My heart stopped. "Elowen?" No. Older. Before Elowen. Before Margot. The first Null the Voidborn ever tethered. Her name was Morwen. I turned to Kael. "Who is Morwen?" His face had gone white.

Elowen’s silver eyes seemed to reflect a vision of a cold, white estate—a place of glass and blood. The one who branded you, Triple-Blood, Elowen’s voice echoed like a funeral bell. The one who searches for you now. He did not just want your blood to seal a union. He wanted you because you are the only one who can touch the Heartstone without being incinerated. You are the battery he needs to turn the Stone’s power into a weapon.

“My people fight like hunters. They do not crash through palace gates with hired steel. They do not need mercenaries to do their killing.” Corvin’s silence pressed like a blade. Elowen turned his head toward where he sensed the corridor beyond. “Whoever is doing this is using everyone. Your nobles, your guards, and even me. If you think blaming the wildlands will solve this, you will miss the real enemy.” Corvin held the dark for a long moment, then said, “Let us move.” Elowen did not argue. They left the chamber and returned to the corridor, the palace noise rising faintly as they approached higher tunnels. Above them, mercenaries still hunted, and somewhere within the stone, a puppet with

Aloov sighed deeply before responding, "It was peaceful until a few years ago. The Dark Elves formed a pact with the Beast Kingdom and settled in Valor Port. Now, there are three major clans residing in Valor Port." The emergence of the Dark Elves and their agreement with the Beast Kingdom seemed to have disrupted the peace in Valor Port, prompting changes that perhaps led Aloov to seek refuge elsewhere. "The Dark Elves, the Sea Merlock clan—my own clan—and the Mystic Race. Peace seems elusive among the three clans, and the situation remains at a standstill," Aloov elucidated, his expression fraught with tension. Understanding Aloov's predicament shed light on his arduous journey towards the

“People of Aurenfall. For ninety-nine years we have lived beneath the shadow of the ancient debt. The Black Serpent of Eldoria stirs once more. The Veil thins. But today, a maiden of our realm steps forward willingly, pure of heart and soul, to fulfill the covenant and save us all.” Willingly. The word rings like a slap. A priest in scarlet steps forward holding a shallow obsidian bowl carved with coiling serpents. A silver knife rests across it, blade curved like a smile. My heart begins to hammer so hard I feel it in my teeth. Malphas takes my left hand. His grip is gentle, unbreakable. “For the confirmation of purity,” he intones. He slices. I don’t feel the cut at first. Then fire races

However, safety was always a luxury for people like them. Even in this moment, Livia was covering for all of them with her Phantom Eyes—a skill native to the elven race—that allows her to observe everything within a 20 feet distance from her. But the man simply scoffed. “Who do you think you’re asking, Captain?” “An idiot,” Livia butt in. “Hey!” Arden tossed him a small pouch. “Hair?” he asked, looking inside. “Take a closer look.” Hanes pulled out a pinch of the strands, studying them closely in the pale lighting.

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. “Choose.”

Legolas thought and suddenly think about the other dimension of the world. Legolas was a moral responsibility to help, but there were far too many Lycan— heathens to fight. They stood out as flesh-eaters because of their spice-blue eyes and waxy skin. They stared as they danced a macabre ritual around with a great fire, wildly gesticulating to the rhythm of a thundering drumbeat, enthralled and disgusted at the same time. As they pulled the first victim towards the pig-spit, their limbs were aflutter and their faces furious. The flame's blaze nauseated the elf and the leprechaun with heaps of stale nibbled bone, a moldering mound of glistening ribs, and sneering skulls. “I told you I wouldn’

Zinjo kept his tone neutral and indifferent. "Is that why you came to the wedding?" Aurelia kept her mean words to herself and focused on Sojobo. "Yes, the first few ingredients are of the mortal realm, but since the shadow people exist in the beyond as well, we higher beings are the binding agents. Mine is Divine lightning." Sojobo's hands moved rapidly, and he chanted a small stormcloud appeared over the glass. Tiny bolts of lightning galvanized the runes. The glass had grown into a four-foot urn complete with a lid. Zinjo looked over at Aurelia, "I was not expecting it to be so big," He tapped it with a single finger, not a burn mark touched his hand.