Oblivion Umbra Sword Novels & Stories

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.”

A gleaming sword with a sharp edge and well crafted hilt caught my eye. "Not that one," Frakas said, noticing my gaze. "That's too good for a rogue." "I need the best if I have any chance," I insisted, wrapping my fingers around the hilt. Frakas shrugged. "Your funeral." As I tried to lift the sword, the weight of it caught me by surprise. My arms trembled and before I could adjust my grip, I lost balance and fell on my butt and everyone started laughing at me. "Not so tough now, are you?" the female warrior taunted.

“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.

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.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

I bit my lips and continued to crawl until I was harshly turned over, the warriors set me on my knees and every drive in me was lost, all hope because I knew what was coming. “Hmm, she already looks half dead,” Lexi's voice pierced the air filled with disgust. The Crimson blood never let the banished souls to live, they believe they would be betrayed once they are out of the pack. They also didn't believe in mercy against heinous crimes that had been committed, which was the reason behind their strength, they were the strongest pack in the last century. And they were about to do the same thing to me. Torian grabbed my jaws and forced me to look at him, my vision however was blurry from how m