Oblivion Umbra Sword Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Antonov stepped toward me and grabbed my arms. "And what are you going to do if you go back now... Who will believe your words when you look nothing like Eve Sanchez... There are many ways to get back at those who wronged us Scarlet, but the best way to truly punish is to drag it out and make the culprit wish he or she was dead... I can help you get your revenge if that is what you want, all you have to do in return is live as Elde's daughter and love her as if she's your mother. Will you do it or not"

Skylar melted inside me as his huge stature hovered over mine. “The cut is still fresh, why aren't you healing?” I asked. “I think the metal of Ambrose’s blade was forged with Wolfbane and vervain,” he responded. Shit! I know that Katana. “He calls it mors omnia,” I muttered. “It's a blade he forged the day my mother died. He said he would use it to slay his enemies, but I have never seen him use it. There must be a reason he brought it out now.”

My chest clenched, but I didn’t dare look. The rope gave way. Nico’s hands came free. He snatched a fallen knife, spinning up with brutal precision, slashing a man’s throat before I even stood. Back-to-back, we turned, weapons raised. Blood, smoke, shadows—everything a blur. But I could feel him there, solid against me, moving as if we were one. And still, Umbra stood. He clutched his bleeding shoulder, fury burning cold in his eyes. “You think this changes anything? You’re children playing king and queen in ruins.”

“Sanguis Umbra... arise.” From my back, wings exploded—jagged, glass-like constructs of obsidian laced with crimson veins. The sky flickered with lightning as the blood in my veins answered my call. A hiss escaped my lips as my sword appeared—Crimson Mourning—forged in the underworld and fed with the souls of fallen enemies. The blade thrummed in my hand, alive, hungry. All around us, the wizards unleashed their spells. Lightning, flame, frost—chaotic and furious. But I moved with the grace of a phantom, slicing through the spells as I charged forward.

We were joined soon by Anthonier and Hilra who also appeared surprised at the sight. But while Xialara tried to check for a pulse in her neck and base of her thumb. Something else caught my eye. The ruby colored gem at the hilt of the sword was now a clear diamond. No sign of red. I picked it up by its blade and examined it under the moonlight to check for any cracks or possible leakages. There were none. The red color had just vanished. My blood was gone.

He clasped the hilt tightly and declared in 'lease', "Daemonium Venator: Gladius Obumbratio." His sword began to hum loudly, the originally 2 metres long sword grew longer, becoming almost twice its previous length. It also grew larger, as the thin sword now looked like a large cleaver. Its blade was engulfed entirely in fire, its screams like the cry of a rising phoenix. James' aura went through a drastic change just like his sword. He grew larger, making Morgana who was held in his left arm look more like a doll figurine than an actual human being.

Once he took action, it was either them or him! "Insolence! Who dares screw around on the turf of us Blackmoon Traders!" A voice snarled viciously, and they could all feel the powerful aura charging straight at Caleb, only for him to swing his sword in retaliation. World Burial Sword—Earthsplitter! Boom! Suddenly airblades were launched forward and tearing deep gashes into the sturdy obsidian floor. And the person who had just spoken was cut in half despite their powerful aura, their blood and guts splattering all over the floor gruesomely!

Liam joined his Alpha to defend. "Don't touch it!" Mira kept shouting from outside the barrier. Abbadon created the Sword of the Doombringer from the lava of the volcanoes in the Underworld, and its power was fueled by the blood that its user shed. Jazmine, whose power originated from God, would be impacted if she touched the sword. "Have you ever questioned yourself why your father abandoned you?" Abbadon began to play with Jazmine's emotions. "Do you even know who your father is?"

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”