Artefacto Aventura Novels & Stories

It looked pristine. I twirled it around my finger, caressing it, I accidentally pushed a small almost-unnoticeable knob and the heart pendant opened up to reveal pictures of I and Nuel on either side of the heart. My eyes watered. I opened the last box to reveal different brands of chocolate ranging from Dairy milk to Toblerone and all others. Nuel walked into the room with relief evident on his face but that quickly switched to worry and panic as he saw my wet face. I furiously wiped off the tears.

Both of them were breathing hard, their clothes torn and scorched from the previous battle, but there was a spark in their eyes—a raw determination that Riven could feel feeding into the artefact. “This… this thing,” Riven muttered, staring at the artefact. “It’s… alive. I’ve never felt anything like it.” Bishop’s voice was grim. “It’s more than alive. It’s aware. It… it understands us.” Luca knelt, inspecting the artefact’s intricate patterns. Threads of gold and red spiralled across its surface, forming new symbols that hadn’t been there before. “Riven… it’s adapting. And not just to you—it’s adapting to all of us.”

Keagan waved his hand over it and a new option appeared; Artifacts. The menu dropped down, revealing a new entry into his arsenal. It revealed an artifact—a shard from the broken mask of the defeated villain. The system's voice continued "This artifact grants you the power of shadow manipulation, a skill once possessed by your formidable adversary. By activating the shard, you can tap into this extraordinary ability for a limited time." Keagan's eyes widened as he grasped the significance of the artifact. The power of shadow manipulation, at his disposal. It was a chance to harness the very essence of his defeated foe. A surge of excitement coursed through his veins as he contemplated the po

I whisper with glee. My hearing is such that I have the old safe open in less than three minutes. There are trays of jewels, stacked gold bars, and even some jewelry. I scan the items until my eyes fall on a large blue amethyst that matches Laryn's eyes. It's exactly what I want. I grab a few other baubles to wager against Ashrac so he doesn't win my finest pieces.

I remembered the feel of my mother's warm hug and the taste of my favorite childhood treats. Dexter's voice continued to guide me, leading me deeper and deeper into my memories. I remembered fragments of conversations and snippets of laughter. I remembered the feel of sand between my toes and the taste of saltwater on my lips. As the memories flooded back, I felt a sense of wonder and awe. I had forgotten so much, but it was all still there, hidden deep within my mind. Dexter's voice was like a gentle prodding, encouraging me to remember more. "What do you see?" he asked, his voice low and soothing. "What do you hear?"

he demanded, his voice low and urgent. "Cold... and... heat. Like ice and fire at the same time." "And what else?" "I feel... you." Arthur's grip tightened. He pressed her back against the iron chest, his body pinning her. The contrast was jarring—the freezing metal of the artifact behind her and the searing heat of the man in front of her. "The artifact is a mirror," Arthur whispered, his face inches from hers. "It reflects the strongest desire in the room. Right now, it's screaming. Do you know why?"

Washing over everything. Rogues materialized. Not physical. Pure magical constructs. Born from the artifact's energy. "Not again!" Nova groaned. "Defensive positions!" I ordered. We fought. But we were exhausted. Drained. Running on fumes. The magical rogues kept coming. Endless. Overwhelming. "We can't keep this up!" Aria gasped. "We have to! If that artifact fully activates—" The artifact pulsed again. This time, it created magical traps.

Yafi suffers from mild disorientation, and poor Iolanta… throws up her soul. But despite that, neither of them complains, and both keep going with me selflessly. With company it is even easier—we can take turns keeping watch at night. That cut what would have been a two-week journey down to one. We reached the point where my little imp had teleported, and from there we followed the magical trace of the rest of my stolen belongings from the armory. These are powerful artifacts, each with a distinct magical signature, and I followed it like a hound on a scent.

He moved like smoke — quiet, quick, but deliberate. The vault loomed ahead, cold and silent, embedded into the rock wall like a forgotten god’s tomb. He’d been here before, but tonight felt different. Every step was part of the plan. Inside, it was darker than usual. He moved past the crates, past the humming sensor banks. Picked up just a few pieces of raw Adrium — unpolished, sharp, glowing like ice with a pulse. Enough to look greedy, but not suspiciously loaded. He tucked them into his cloth bag.

My wolf held it reverently between her blood-soaked claws. Xareth picked up an artifact from a corner of the dungeon. It was shaped like a vase but looked nothing like any vessel I’d ever seen, ancient, etched with spiraling runes that moved like they were alive. Shadows seemed to coil around it, whispering things my mind refused to understand. “Drop it,” he commanded smoothly. My wolf obeyed. The Heartstone didn’t fall onto the artifact, it hovered, suspended in the air above it, spinning slowly. The artifact hummed, a low and dreadful sound that vibrated through the dungeon walls and into my bones.