Elven Bow Oblivion Novels & Stories

I hissed coldly while I pressed my aura onto him. Jeverah sobbed openly after I spoke the name. Confirming that he had been involved. “Your loyalty to your brother can be excused, however, your loyalty to Silverclaw must be absolute!” My voice whipped around them all, making their bows come lower as they got on their hands and knees. “Y, yes Alpha.” She stuttered. “My loyalty to Silverclaw, to Newblood, will be absolute.”

He stood with his arms crossed, every inch of him carved from contempt. Our professor appeared again, this time standing atop a rune-carved platform at the edge of the field. His voice echoed through the clearing as magical sigils lit up beneath our feet. “Within the forest ahead lies the Aetherbound Grove, home to sentient relics known as the Elarion. You must retrieve one.” His eyes swept over the group. “The Elarion are ancient artifacts born of the forest’s will. They move, they resist, and they choose whom they allow near. Your task: bring back a living relic. The rarer, the better. Return empty-handed, or fail to return at all—and you forfeit your rank.”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

said Lovell in a calm tone. "Oh? This foot?" Wanton said as he used his full strength to press down on the elve's head. The sound of a skull-cracking set off the flames of battle as the Elves charged towards Wanton with bloodshot eyes. Wanton coughed blood after receiving a blow to the chest from Lovell's palm. He did not expect him to be so strong, he could not even remember being hit. He rose to his feet with a smile, "I was worried my being in the emerald realm would deprive me of worthy opponents. Fate has smiled upon me today," mana disks appeared under his feet and he disappeared.

“You wear the crown well, sister. But I’m here to collect what’s mine.” Elara stepped forward, flanked by Kael and Vesper. “You forfeited your claim the moment you chose destruction over duty.” Elira tilted her head. “Then let’s see who destiny favors now.” Behind her, a legion of cloaked warriors emerged from the mist—Obsidian Guard reborn. Suddenly, a chilling wind swept through the courtyard, and the stone beneath Elara’s feet cracked. Magic—ancient and wild—began to spiral up from the fissures. The ground pulsed, responding not to her… but to Elira.

“The same one that tried to kill me.” I stared at Narvia’s body, then at the dagger still lodged in her ribs. The blade glinted under torchlight, etched faintly with the mark Eliana had just described—a raven clutching a flame. I rose to my feet, my voice low and steady. “No more games. Whoever’s behind this dies next.” Eliana didn’t answer. Her eyes were locked on the floor—on the faint scorch marks spreading from Narvia’s body like wings.

“I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.” Luke followed my lead. “I, Lucas Hemming, accept Blake Wulfric’s election to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside him as his beta.” We touched our newly sliced palms to each other, and I could feel a physical bond being formed between us. Once the feeling passed, we separated, and the crowd cheered even more loudly than previously. I looked down to see that my palms were already healing due to the enhanced werewolf healing abilities. We went to join hands with our families, with the priest in the middle who led everyone in a chant. I could hear the crowd below c

Olivia said, her expression solemn. "Curzon used high elves and blood elves for his twisted army. It was terrifying to think we could be next," Hestia added. "Promise us—at the place where Curzon started all this—that you won't touch his death magic ever again." Violet reached up for Hestia's hand and Olivia reached her own out so all three were connected. "I swear it." Eden put his arm around Violet. "I swear it, too. The dead will never be disturbed again."

The violet bark turned black instantly. "STOP IT!" I lunged at her, but she caught my wrist with a strength that made my bones groan. "Every time you refuse to 'Sync' with the Moon," she said, "I will kill a piece of your King. I will burn this forest until there is nothing left but ash. The game has started, Elara. And I’m the 'Level Boss.'" Halloway fired. The bullets struck the Obsidian-Elara’s armor, but they simply turned into harmless, glowing pixels and dissolved.