Oblivion Umbra Sword Novels & Stories

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.

I had forgotten about my role as my father’s heir and my duty to my people. “The hunter stories are not just stories spread by rumor peddlers. They are as real as you and I are. They are as real as the flames of this fire. Lots of werewolf packs in the east have been completely obliterated by these hunters. They are skilled and fierce, armed with silver to the teeth, out to kill...” There were whispers in the crowd. I looked around and thanked the heavens that there were no children.

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.

Swoosh! The thousands of shadows attacked at the same time, each strike filled with killing intent. Those strikes were all launched from the Nihility Extermination Sword, and every one of them targeted their opponent. Ding Hao took a step forward, and the silver-gold Yin and Yang Pisces Diagram appeared, enveloping him. A saber and a sword appeared on his back. The saber was a golden flaming saber, and the sword was a long icy sword. They vibrated slowly, activating the power of everything in the world. The rules that twisted the light were surging. For a moment, it seemed that the living of all creatures was flowing within the range of the saber momentum and the sword momentum.

“Stand back. All of you.” Zadicus ordered seriously, extending his out as a black sword summoned, into Zadicus’ hands. The purest black sword with a ruby affixed on the handle. Maroon flames emit from it slightly, extremely thin but longer than an average sword. Asserting 'His' dominance. “There it is, the extinct sword- Crimson Malevolence.” Daphne whispered, gulping hard when Zadicus summoned his sword. To say they were flabbergasted would be an understatement. It was the darkest sword in history; saying it holds souls in them and its bearer can hear screams of the souls trapped in it.

I answered. “I would use that ability and pay close attention to her scent. Since she is a dark angel, it is possible that your pup could be a rare metallic angel. It is written that the only other two documented dark angels gave birth to children that bore powers associated with metals. One was said to have wings that were golden in color and that the child was able to control all things made from gold. The other child was said to have wings that were dark grey but then faded to silver at the tips. This child could control multiple different metals.” Eivor explained.

“I never asked you to. Why would I have a problem with a child that’s not been born?” David sighed audibly. “Now that we have that out of the way,” “What’s your plan?” Tamara softened her voice. “We need to find a way to deal with Marcel,” David smiled. “In that aspect, I have something that can help,” “Well?” Tamara asked impatiently as her eyes scanned David for any clues. David opened his palm and stretched a USB device to her. “Use it wisely,” “What’s in it?” Tamara’s hands shook as they enclosed around the USB.

“The Hold. He’s going to attack the Hold.” Valerius was already moving, barking orders. “Double the watch on the lower passes! Scouts to the southern ridges! He wouldn’t dare a direct assault, not with his forces demoralized. He’ll try something cunning. A strike team. Sabotage.” But Leigh’s mind was racing ahead, down darker paths. Gryffen was a miner. He knew stone, and tunnels, and weakness. He wouldn’t come over the walls. He would come under them.

Several Black Council soldiers were thrown against the walls. Others simply collapsed unconscious. ⸻ Evelyn slowly backed away. Fear consumed her elegant expression. “It shouldn’t have awakened.” Aurelius glared at her. “You broke the Seal.” “I had no choice.” “There is always a choice.” ⸻ Suddenly— Damien opened his right hand. The air around it twisted. A crimson sword slowly materialized from pure energy. Unlike the Oath Blade… It carried no inscriptions. No symbols. Only darkness. The moment its tip touched the marble floor…

My claws came out before the conscious part of my decision process had finished forming the instruction, the way they always came out in moments where the body understands the situation a fraction of a second before the mind catches up with it, and they flashed once and his sword hand opened and the sword fell. I did not stay to watch it fall because staying was the thing that would get me killed, and I ran again toward the next position, and behind me I heard the Omegas moving in the pattern we had rehearsed, small hands pulling on ropes that had been tied between trees at ankle height and then covered with leaves, and a heavy log we had counterweighted and suspended the previous night came