Oblivion Elven Maiden Novels & Stories

The name sat in the air between us like a held breath. "She was the queen of the Northern Clan," Eldra continued. Her voice had changed register. It was quieter and stripped of its usual precision. "The most powerful Luna Eldoria had seen in three generations. Moon-woven magic that ran so deep in her it showed in everything she touched." A pause. "She was also the closest person I have ever had. Sister in everything but blood." I looked at her. At the scar that ran from her cheek to her jaw. At the dark eyes that had always seemed to be holding something back.

Amaya pointed out feebly. Evelina’s eyes went towards the railing off the balcony. I could see the wheels in her head turning. Her tia was a powerful witch. Coven Head Melanie was an Earth Witch and an oracle. Evelina must have learned a thing or two from her. “Allright, all you need is something to channel your energy from. Use me.” Evelina extended her hand. “And once you throw those bombs, I want you to use your powers to ignite them. This place is going BOOM.”

“Catriona…” Lucy realized that my feelings had shifted. She had always been so sensitive. It seemed as though Lucy wanted to inquire if I was okay. Eventually, she pursed her lips, gently taking my hand with her warm and soft one. Guiding me towards the stone door, she positioned her hand on the engraved circle. As our pack members, the magic circle recognized us, causing the intricate patterns on the door to illuminate in a soothing blue hue. Subsequently, the door swung open.

, Leonora stated. Elio got up and went to get his wallet and his car keys. “Come, we’re going to the Oracle now.” Leonora nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. She knew that the only one that they could seek guidance from was the Oracle. She was the only one who could shed light on their daughter’s fate and the mysterious prophecy that seemed to entwine her life with the Moonlit pack.

"Elva —" I didn't answer. I couldn't. The fire was still pouring out. My bitten arm split open wider and something silver and black pushed through the skin... scales? Fur? Both? It hurt like hell but felt right. The claws on my hands grew longer, sharper. I raked them down the iron bars and left deep gouges. Matthías laughed like a madman. "King, she's doing it. The Old Blood. It's real." Sunna grabbed my shoulder. "Elva, the stone's cracked. You've got minutes before the elders' spell locks on you again. Pull it back!"

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Smiling she inwardly thanked him while grabbing the sceptor and sword and then began her ascension to the surface once more ready to fulfill her destiny for herself and for those she called friends. Gasps sounded from those who were fighting nearby as Elaina emerged from the crevice she had fallen into. Looking around she took in the scene in front of her. Many warriors lay dead on the ground with missing limbs and tattered bodies. Hovering greedily around them were abaasy that were happily eating their flesh and organs.

“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

Suddenly, a blast of violet light surged from a tunnel ahead. Elara’s eyes widened. “That’s him!” They turned the corner—and froze. Dain stood before the Vault’s gate, holding the obsidian shard in his hand, chest heaving, eyes glowing faintly with gold. Around him, the air shimmered as if reality itself were being rewritten. Behind him, the veiled woman stood silently, watching. “Elara,” Dain said, his voice rough but steady. “It’s calling for you.” Elara stepped forward, and the light from the gate pulsed—once, then again, brighter.

Though this new path added five more days to the trip, it was safer and smoother, better suited for Lyra, a fragile she-wolf who deserved care and protection. But that wasn’t the only reason. This path passed by a special place, a small cave deep within Gloomwood where Raven and Cara, who was now Lyra, had once lived happily together. Raven had heard that the Potion of Oblivion, the memory-erasing elixir Lyra had taken, wasn’t permanent. With the right stimulus, the memories could return little by little. He hoped the first ones to resurface would be the beautiful moments they once shared.