Elven Bow Oblivion Novels & Stories

"If your mother’s hands hadn't crushed the life out of your child, the wolfsbane-laced prenatal tonics Lucan Blackmoor forced down your throat would have rotted his fragile heart anyway. The mate you sleep beside is more terrifying than any rogue beast in the dark." A violent wave of nausea surged through my stomach. The iron taste of fresh blood flooded my mouth, and I retched, splattering dark crimson across the freezing stone of the temple steps. Isolde’s hollow eyes lit up with pure, sadistic pleasure as she watched me choke. "Look at you—a weak, useless human. You have lost everything, Elowen. Completely and utterly." She smoothed down her noble Ashbourne robes, casting one last disdain

I'm snapped from my spiral when he reaches for the hem of my damp hoodie again, slower this time, giving me every chance to stop him. I don’t. His irises disappear as pupils blow. “Arms up.” The command sends another humiliating pulse of heat through me. Still, I obey.

Sweeping gesture quad-encompassing: wards gleaming flawless violet-storm, no shadows stirring, air crisp-controlled. Voss cane-thumped forward hissing, eyes raking Elara dissecting: “Stabilized? *My* scrys paint Veil-thins epicentered *here*, girl! Flame-heir’s cursed blood *calls* shadows home—your fallen branch disowned for *reason*. Surrender the shard *now*, or we *disown* you permanent—coven-rites demand it!”

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.

“ I call forth the soul of Luna Ravena to permanently unite with Selene's soul as one.” Just then, the wind outside blew hard. Trees swayed to the powerful wind. Lightning flashed across the sky and then thunder rumbled. Lance grew louder as he continued his chant. “ I grant her your abilities and bind your souls as one forever!” And then gradually, the wind stopped and everywhere became calm again. “Drink this now,” he instructed her. He handed her the goblet. She gulped down the liquid after taking a deep breath. It had an extremely bitter and wild flavor. With haste, she returned the empty goblet to Lance.

My parents had been killed by Goblins and some of our fellow fairies were killed by werewolfs. We called our home as Enlaja where all kinds of fairies are there. The fairies have 3 kinds. The mosega are the ones who looks like a monsters but they are still considered as fairies and one of us. They have the ability to transform thereselves in trees, birds, or anything in the forest. The pixies are the ones who look like tinkerbel. They are tiny and cute that literally a fairies and they have the ability to make poison. They are the fairies who maintain the beauty of nature and cater the fairies who are sick. And Lore are the fairies who looks like a human and I am one of them. We have the abi

His pristine white robes, so practical and dignified in the clean, dry halls of the Sylvanae Archive, now felt like beacons announcing his foreignness in this twilight realm of dark wood and blue-glowing lanterns. "Stay close," Eliad murmured, his hand never straying far from the knife at his belt. "Dark elves love nothing more than separating tourists from their purses." Aldergon nodded, not wanting to call out Eliad’s rascism, but he knew the dark elves of this city did have a strong criminal underground. The humidity clung to his skin, making his robes heavy. Unfamiliar scents: some sweet, others pungent, and especially the marsh water, assaulted his senses from all directions.

I chuckled. "It's a free show. You're only seeing live what you watch on your phones anyway. And don't lie and say you don't," Tyce taunted us. We all laughed, immediately groaning from the pain it caused. "Blake, Alexander, Tyson, I owe all of you," Alpha Antoine spoke in his French Canadian accent. "Both Lune Nordique and Bois Sombre are at your disposal. Any time you need help, our warriors are yours." "That's all we ask," Alex responded. "You can never have too many friends when it comes to war."

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

He raised his hand. A dozen figures stepped from the archway. Armored. Armed. Marked by history and vengeance. A Stormhowl, limping, his furred cloak stained with old blood. A Hollowfang matriarch with a necklace of bone. A Blackmaw son with no eyes, just white pits and a snarl. All bore the scars of Theron’s rule. Elara’s breath caught. This wasn’t a rebellion. This was retribution. “You want me to abdicate?” she asked, her voice steady, deadly.