Oblivion Umbra Sword Novels & Stories

“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

“Lyra stands ready to take her rightful place at my side.” The blade hovers above my palm, and Maelis’s gaze pins me in place. The hall buzzes with the rhythmic chanting of the oath: words of blood, loyalty, honor and power. I inhale, ready to press the tip to my skin, when a sudden movement grabs my attention. The Blood Moon warriors, hoods covering their face in ceremonial black and crimson, yank their cloaks free revealing flashes of sapphire and silver underneath. Blue Raven colors. The chanting is shattered with roars and snarls as the disguised pack members shift into wolf form, lunging at Maelis and her elite guards. Chaos explodes around us.

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.”

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

“Then we stop him.” Liora’s eyes flashed. “With what?” Sera held up her hand, And conjured the blue dagger. “The piece that doesn’t belong.” The dagger burned hotter now, revealing symbols once hidden beneath its surface. They twisted, shimmered, rearranged, Until they spelled out its name in ancient script: Solumbra. A weapon from the age before prophecy, A blade not meant to kill, But to unbind, The earth cracked beneath them, revealing a stairwell made of broken moonlight.

I replied, still chuckling at being found out. As he handed the sword back to me, I felt a swell of emotion in my chest. "Well, I named this black beauty Umbra because it carries a sense of mystery and darkness," I explained, feeling a newfound confidence in sharing my thoughts with him. "Meanwhile, I named the white one 'Dawn' because it represents light, hope, and new beginnings. Together, they create a compelling contrast, reflecting the dual nature of the swords and the balance between light and shadow. It's a fitting combination for two powerful and complementary weapons, isn't it?" I asked, eager for his approval. Father nodded, his eyes shining with pride. "A wonderful name indeed," h

She picked another one and handed it to Minos, the latter opened after recognizing that the year matched up with the time the sword disappeared. Minos thumbed through the book diligently, devouring its content as fast as he could. Each and every time he would find something interesting he would show it to Lira or lay it down on the floor, then he would grab another one. The exercise was slowly but surely grabbing Minos's full attention, a circumstance that the drow is all too familiar with. The world around Minos disappears when something piques his interest, and all that remains is him and the object of his obsession.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.