Oblivion Umbra Sword Novels & Stories

someone called out. Frakas's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Capturing the rogue leader." The room erupted in laughter, and my cheeks burned with humiliation. "Might as well dig her grave now," the female warrior snickered. "Choose your weapon," Frakas instructed, gesturing to the array of blades, bows, and other weapons laid out on a large table. I approached carefully, my eyes scanning the collection. I chose what looked like the best of them to train with. A gleaming sword with a sharp edge and well crafted hilt caught my eye.

“Children should dream of play, not plans.” I offer a faint smile. “I guess I’m not a normal child.” That night, after they’ve fallen asleep, I slip out of bed quietly. The moon hangs high, pale and solemn, bathing the ground in silver light. Behind the cottage, the woods stretch wide and silent. Lira’s husband was once a Sujata knight. His old sword still hangs by the wall—rusted, but sturdy. I take it down carefully, feeling its weight in my hands. It feels right and familiar.

There was no fear in its crimson eyes. Only curiosity. "So..." "This is the hope Solarius died to protect." It slowly drew its weapon. A sword unlike any I had ever seen. Its blade was forged from pure emptiness. Around it, reality bent and cracked. The Celestial Keeper whispered, "The Blade of Oblivion Origin..." "The first weapon ever created." The Emperor pointed the blade toward us. "Show me." "Show me that hope is stronger than eternity." The sky exploded. Light and darkness collided with such force that the entire universe shook.

The white dagger is no longer white as it grows darker by the minute, slowly becoming blackened as it sucks Abbie from her hiding place in Laney’s soul. Screams echo around us in the massive hall, wolves fighting vampires, vampires fighting vampires as the chaos and war that I was striving so hard to avoid, something I was foolish enough to think I could ever change or control, rages behind us. My fingers shake as I touch her smooth cheek, the sparks shocking my fingers tips, somehow growing stronger and less faint. I trace down along the line of her jaw, down her pale throat, and find myself at the hilt of the blood blade. The cursed weapon I understand now was the carrier of Abbie's decrep

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.

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.

She secretly stuffed a small switchblade into my hand. Then she said mysteriously, "This is a prop I prepared just for you. I heard their movie is an action movie. When you audition, take this knife out, and he'll definitely see you in a whole new light!" I held her hand gratefully. "Thank you for thinking this far ahead for me. I'll make good use of it!" Nora burst out laughing as she watched me leave. "What an idiot! Pulling a knife in front of Theodore? Time to die, idiot."

The victim died painfully from the evidence of the crumpled sheets, trashed beddings, thrown away pillows on the floor, and the blood spots. I rounded the bend, wanting to see who this was. There was only a handful of pure blood that I know since I’ve been trying to keep my distance from them for thousands of years. Part of me wishes I won’t recognize this man, wanting to save myself the question of how the hell Rory was able to do this to a pureblood. The moment I saw his face, my heart lulled in my chest. My assumption was right. I haven’t felt Andrew Grayson’s darkness because he isn’t just a regular supernatural being. He was my younger brother Orme.

It looked like a halberd, but shorter, with a polished wood handle, and engraved from top to bottom. The spike and axe were made of a bluish material that shone brightly in the sun. Nio thought for a moment that the glow of the weapon was very similar to the glow of the leaves of the tree he had created last night. But that thought was soon forgotten. The goblin just stood there, silent, with no indication that he intended to move out of their way. Shieena leaned closer to Nio and whispered: “Be careful. This goblin is the war chief of the

I glanced up at Wayne holding my breath. Luccus stepped out of the shadows towards us, teeth barred as another deep growl comes from him. I hear a howl in the distance and the sound of Clarissa and Scarlet coming closer but I felt helpless as Wayne stares Luccus down. I slowly get off the ground hoping to not draw attention to myself, I knew I wasn’t fast enough to get away from him in this form. Wayne shifts his body to block me more from Luccus but opening himself more for attack.