Oblivion Umbra Sword Novels & Stories

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.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

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.

Underworld Persephone's POV "This is your arena little rose, everything here belongs to you. I belong to you. This day onwards I won't let any of those depressing thoughts enter your pretty head." I sighed with content, his voice was remedy to my scars and anchor to my mind wavering like high tides. His legendary obsidian sword shone through the grey leather robe, a tourmaline stone shining at it's bottom. That sword was victorious, absolute and lethal, just like it's name- Zerion.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

If it hadn't been witnessed firsthand, no one would believe it. At that moment, the sky began to gather dark clouds, and the daylight dimmed. Sebastian quickly cleaned up the battlefield and found the soul mound of the Wild Boar King within a pile of rocks. This might be the first BOSS killed in 'Wild Valley World,' and, combined with Sebastian's extraordinary luck, it dropped a ton of equipment. [Spirit-Grade - Crimson Cloud Sword]: Strength +15, Critical Hit +7, comes with a 1% armor penetration effect, and every third attack on the same target triggers an additional 50 points of damage.

It was time for me to sit up. As the heir to the Blackwater pack and soon-to-be Luna of the Dark Moon pack, I could no longer afford to be nonchalant in my duties to both packs. Getting my father to help the dark moon pack against the rising threat of wolf hunters was only the beginning. I sat in front of my desk, my eyes scanning through the files on my desk, I had decided to do a little bit of research on the hunters. They had been around for as long as time itself, but after an ancient war between humans and werewolves, the hunters were presumed to have gone extinct.

“Tonight, you may yet feast on dead men,’’ he mumbled, rising from his hunched position to adjust the broad sword at his hip, chain mail clinking just as Omotola felt her astral form being drawn towards the warrior, she repelled it for as long as she could until she gave up and allowed herself to let go, she had learned the hard way never to resist whenever she was taken into one of her dreams. Now she was the warrior, felt his thoughts and seeing through his keen eyes as he drew the sword, the strength in the warrior’s limbs was vast. “we will not need it tonight; they both sighed as he flourished it. The ceremonial sword Eben, a bronze harvester of lives, shaped like a leaf and as long as