Elven Bow Oblivion Novels & Stories

One unread message waits on the screen, from Leon. 'Come to the den, food’s ready.'

Must be a higher official's son. "Nice strategy but that won't work. You will easily be surrounded if you all clump together during a fight.", Clayton is talking about their stance. They must have thought staying together would make them a stronger force... Which is stupid for him. His eyes went pitch black while standing to let them know who he is. "H-hunter ...", One of the kids,probably their leader, finally recognized him. At least they still know what his eyes project. Hunters. That's what they call them. Creatures created to balance humanity and vampires. They are basically halves of each sides. They can eat like humans in a normal basis. They could also drink blood if they feel like i

Elara’s essence fractures, her whisper faint, Child, I am lost. I reach the vault, a cosmic archive pulsing with Elara’s hymn, its glyphs ready for the banishing ritual. I channel the Veilheart crystal, the group’s relics—Cassia’s fire-etched blade, Renn’s radiant orbs, Maddox’s shadowed dagger, Sylvara’s vine-wreathed staff, Lysara’s frost-ring, Zorath’s silver gauntlet, Valthor’s starlit helm, Lirien’s tablet, Kael’s void-shard—flaring, my hymn a crescendo. “Veil, banish!” The crystal pulses, starlight flooding the glyphs, the oracle-shade screaming as it’s torn from the keeper-king, its form dissolving, his power weakened. Elara’s essence flares, her whisper strengthening, Child, you are

" Collins angrily speaks. He shoots flame from his hands. An Elve stretches his arms as he blocks the flame with ice. "You and Hilligard have done too much evil disgracing the name of Elves. We shall be your opponent" A slim Elve speaks. He has yellow straight hair and blue eyes. He has tribal tattoos all over his body. The tattoos glow and turn in several flying blades. "Chen, you are going to die for standing in my way." Collins lifts his hand however the flying blades began to fly like little flies around him. Collins had no choice but to stand defending himself. Ten Elve slam their hands on the floor. Earth magic erupts from the ground. It creeps around Colin's leg. Collins

A shattered gate. Reality. The whisper returned: > *“You can turn now. Stay in warmth. Stay with love. Or step into the fire and be devoured.”* She stepped right. Without looking back. --- **\[POV – Riven]** “What do you mean I’m part of it?” he asked again. Valea's voice lowered. > “You think Elira chose you for no reason? You think your blood wasn’t part of her plan?” > “Riven… you’re descended from the original line of *Vowbinders.* The ones who sealed the Hollow Throne before it could *awaken.*”

110 The Dawlya sanctum was silent. Too silent. Then the floor sigils burned black. Seven robed Elders stepped into the ritual circle, their hands bound by shadow-thread, their voices unified. “By decree of the High Mother… By law of blood… Let the Obsidian Weapon awake.” A bowl carved from volcanic glass rose into the air. It pulsed once like a heartbeat. Then darkness exploded outward, racing across the astral plane like lightning seeking a target. Not Avi. Cain. The Dawlya Elders raised their hands, pushing more power into the weapon.

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.

I looked at both men, wondering how to get out of this. Unfortunately, the strange man spoke. “I am Olpheus, the last pure blood of the Elves.” he announced, stepping closer to me and my heart raced. “I have come to take my beloved home.” He smirked at Ian It was the wrong thing to say. Ian’s eyes twitched, and he snarled at me, “You whore, so this is what you have been doing? Sleeping around … sleeping around with monsters behind my back?” whore? My mouth parted in disbelief and my brain lagged.

“The demon realm, the realm of Others, and the human realm.” I see some of the fighters pause as their heads swivel in one direction. “Elves have always considered themselves as superior beings because of their beauty and grace. Their arrogance turned into greed at one point,” Damien wraps his arm around my shoulder. “And they turned on their own realm, seeking power and control.” “Wh – Who is that?” I point towards a man who is now approaching, along with hordes of warriors.