Oblivion Umbra Sword Novels & Stories

The Seraphim reached behind him and pulled out a sword—an elegant weapon of pure golden radiance. The sky trembled. The void trembled. The mountain trembled. This attack would evaporate the entire facility, wipe out millions, and destabilise the continent. Quintan didn’t hesitate. He raised his old, rusty blade. Pulled every shred of energy inside him. Poured it into the blade. The sword trembled violently, rust falling like sand. Beneath the falling rust revealed a weapon utterly different: An obsidian-black sword, smooth, unmarked, no runes—completely plain.

He had given her all of his time and concern. He even killed his own pup because of Sienna in the past life. He had used silver. Something only used for criminals and traitors. How much must my pup have suffered when my pup had been killed with silver? Every time I think about it, a sharp pain tears through my heart all over again… "Lorelei, you don’t mean that! You can’t!" Marcus wanted to see me get jealous or throw a tantrum, but what he got was only unwavering determination.

I reached down into the Daywalker Amulet resting against my chest, pulling the ancient, concentrated UV-magic directly into the metal blade. "Burn," I whispered. The dark Moon-steel ignited into a blinding, radiant blade of pure sunlight. But I didn't swing at her impenetrable bone-armor. I thrust the blazing Sun-Blade directly upward, stopping inches from Lyra's face. The eruption of concentrated, weaponized ultraviolet light in the pitch-black evening was blinding. Lyra shrieked, her sensitive Lycan eyes entirely overwhelmed by the sudden, point-blank explosion of miniature sunlight. She stumbled backward, her hands flying to her face, completely disoriented and temporarily blind.

Ice and I share an anxious glance before retracing our steps and sitting back down on the couch. This time, Gray and Bo sit down too. Bo takes a seat on the chair to my right. Gray sits down on the coffee table in front of us. “Like I said, Abraxas cares about blood purity,” He says slowly. “It is possible that he may… Expect certain things in exchange for the wolfsbane we need.” “What do you mean?” Ice asks. “He may want an alliance between our packs,” he explains.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Groaning, he turned to grab his quill again and aimed to finish the task sooner, as his curiosity grew with each tick of the clock. Smoke rushed out from the mouth of the guards, escaping like vine tendrils while she laughed wickedly. The white fox strutted behind her back as she inhaled the smoke, absorbing the magic that she got from sucking out the life force from the three men guarding her orb crystal—three men that was once alive and now dead. "Can you feel it Olivia?," she exclaimed, eyes wide as she stared into nothingness, completely lost with the extreme dark pleasure she got from the dead.