Oblivion Umbra Sword Mga Nobela at Kwento

She was going to chant an ancient incantation, for where the Umbragon lies dormant and since this incantation was for making it, she said it backward to resurrect it, "Exanimo Umbra, Noctis Obscura, Umbragon! Terrae umbra, Spiritus tenebrae, Umbragon! Arcanum adveho, In obscurum redde Umbragon!"

Elowen looked down at Ashton with a cold expression and threatened him. Ashton drew in a deep breath, his entire body trembling under the strain. Without saying anything, he channeled all of his strength into the black giant sword in his hands and roared, "Ebon Dragon Slash!" The blade burst with dark light, taking the form of a massive dragon rolling through the clouds. It plunged downward, compressing its force into a single point as it cut toward her brow. This strike carried immense power. It was the strongest sword attack Ashton could unleash, capable of threatening the divine realm.

he asked out of curiosity. King Abaddon clenched his hand in anger, and his forehead glistened in sweat. "That f*cking son of King Bartholomeo carries the sword I am terrified of!" "And what is the name of that sword? It must be made to destroy you!" "Tizona sword, and only a warrior who is capable of casting magic can wield such a sword. Besides, he is the rarest warrior with a 13th zodiac sign, Ophiuchus." "I've never heard of that sign!"

“Good. I’m in the mood to disappoint someone.” The enemy burst from the mist like a swarm of nightmares. The Umbra horde came screaming out of the woods—black-armored and fast, half casting hexflame from their open palms, others hurling spears carved from bones. Some rode beasts stitched from shadow and fur, snarling with too many eyes. The rest came on foot, teeth filed into fangs, their eyes glowing with the mark of Arion. Xavier raised his voice. “FORM!” Shields locked. Blades drawn. The Phoenix Guard didn’t waver.

The hardness in her gaze didn't dim by a little bit, and I knew she was going to say spiteful words to me, even before she uttered them. "I don't see what's taking you so long. If the Luna of the kingdom takes so long to get ready, then what will the other alphas think?" Before I could blink, or even reply, she pulled close the fan she always had in hand, before pulling a sleek blade out of it. My mouth fell open when I saw the blade hidden under the guise of a fan, an unknown weapon. I tried to say something, but her blade was coming close to my face, and a stuttered breath escaped me when she nicked at something by the side of my head.

“Eliminate the rest.” They moved at once. Declan surged forward, lifeflow answering him instantly as roots tore free of the earth and crystal-veined stone cracked beneath his boots, meeting the first Umbra head-on and redirecting the force of a corrupted blade into the ground hard enough to send shockwaves through the glowing soil. Briar spun the opposite direction, staff blazing as she raised a shield of refracted light, meeting the second attacker with sharp, disciplined precision despite the tremor in her limbs. Elora faced the third, her light answering her call clumsily and raw, flaring too bright and too fast as she parried with brute strength rather than skill, lunar power roaring thr

He howls, staggering, but doesn’t slow down. We crash into one another, and his full body weight pins me. His claws gouge deep into my shoulder. My vision sparks white with pain. His jaws close near my throat— “Lyra! Use the wall!” Bram’s voice rips through the haze. With a surge of strength, I twist, rolling us hard. He slams into the stone wall, stunned. I wrench free and drive my teeth into his neck. His blood floods my mouth, as he thrashes beneath me.

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

asked Kariya with a smile. “Draw your sword!” screamed Luese holding up the Sun Saber. Kariya drew the Doom Giver, which he got from Lena after she beat the guardian and met Luese in the middle of the room. The Doom Giver was pure black, with red rubies and a ghost on the hilt. Both combatants moved at incredible speeds slashing and striking each other. “The Doom Giver! Why are you collecting the swords?” “It’s my part of the Grand Design.” Said Kariya jumping backward.

The black and sharp body with the pulsing red blood vessels poured out a stifling pressure on everyone inside the tent. “This sword is named Auros, from both the priestess and the smith that created it. Priestess Aurelia and Smith Rosen were some of the legendary figures from our Blood Wolves clan’s past. The weapons that they create are special, and has never shown any rust even with the passage of time.”