Oblivion Umbra Sword Novels & Stories

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

he murmurs. I whip my head toward him. “I absolutely do not.” His mouth curves slowly at the corner, cruel enough to make my pulse jump. “Liar.” The single word slides through the dark interior of the SUV, a phantom hand down bare skin. He already knows every filthy thought trying to hide behind my ribs. I can’t stop staring at his hands. The ink curling over his knuckles. The veins beneath olive skin. The sheer size of them, those hands had wrapped around another man’s throat less than twenty minutes ago.

There’s no room for mercy here. “Please, just give up already. I just want—” she suddenly stopped talking when I swung my sword to her chest and was able to hit the umbra stone hiding in her cleavage. I held the handle of my sword tightly and straightly thrust it to the center of her chest without any hesitation. My weapon reached the stone and a sound of a broken glass followed. The collision caused a strong explosion that made thrown away into the air.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

One of the only things that still felt real when the rest of my memories seemed to come and go like smoke. I unwrapped it slowly, fingers brushing the hilt as it was etched. The metal deep crimson-black, with dark veins of Obsidian magic crawling just under the surface. The reflection of my own bloodline. Thornveil in root. Umbraen in finish. Something darker below. Something old. I didn’t hesitate. With a flick of my wrist, the blade ran across my palm, and I let the blood drip down the flat of the steel. I spoke the trace command. It should’ve flared as it was supposed to, controlled. Familiar.

An aura flame ignited above his fist at once, burning brightly before meeting the bloody sword swinging down. Duran saw that and smiled murderously. His aura sword was manifested from his countless massacres during his time in the mountains. He had used their blood in his cultivation, which explained why his aura reeked of it. It was also poisonous, and the slightest bit of contact with the sword would result in a blood disease that led to a speedy death. Anyone who dared grab the bloody sword just like that was truly asking for trouble. However, as Wilbur waved a hand and grabbed the bloody sword, his aura flame seemed to render the bloody sword useless.

“She does not deserve your mercy!” “…mother…” “Oblivion?” Olivia scoffed and let out a haughty laugh. “You don’t have the power, little girl!” Adolph wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt the air shake. He turned and looked at Nimue. The glow in her eyes had turned dark like obsidian. His sword lifted from the ground and out of its sheathe. The blade glowed bright blue and grew brighter as it aimed at Olivia. In a flash, it shot through the air, tearing through Olivia’s arm like paper.

The flames snuffed out, leaving only the faint glow of the reborn sword resting atop the anvil. Veyra reached for it, her hands trembling. The moment her fingers brushed the hilt, a jolt shot through her—a surge of warmth, rage, and fierce purity so intense it stole her breath. The blade hummed softly, vibrating in her grasp, as if eager to be unleashed. It gleamed in the torchlight: a weapon of blood, of storm, and of a soul that refused to fade. The mystical sword was born. The others stepped closer, silent witnesses to the miracle.

In my previous life, it had survived the onslaught of the Haunts, and my brother had lived. I hoped to find more of those infant spirits there, to amplify my strength. Yet, before I could make my move, a fierce blaze erupted in the distance on the mountain. "This is bad..." Ambulances zoomed by, a blur of bright red and flashing lights. My heart broke into irreparable pieces. A sea of flames engulfed the forest, thousands of acres alight. The wooden swords I sought were no more, reduced to ashes and charred remains. "No..." I tried to dash into the woods, but Jim held me back with an iron grip.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.