Clauneck Relic Novels & Stories

“Mama! Papa! Come see this!” Clara and Wickham exchanged a glance before hurrying toward their son. Edward stood near the remains of the great hall, where the relic had been destroyed. Beneath the rubble, a faint glow emanated from the ground. “What is that?” Wickham asked, crouching beside Edward. Clara knelt down, brushing away the debris to reveal a hidden compartment in the floor. Inside lay a small, intricately carved box, its surface etched with symbols similar to those on the relic.

After an hour, the auction had started. “Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen!” Klark Oz shouted with a big smile on his face. The auction today was crowded since they found out that the 'Great Alchemist' had auctioned five different kinds of pills. They were excited about what kind of pill it was. Everyone roared when they heard Klark Oz. A lot of high-ranking clans were there. “Luna, your handsome brother is here,” Sirene said when she saw the dazzling blonde hair of Claude, the Crown Prince.

They were surprised, so the Holy Grail was real! " 'Incinerate Anthem' or 'The Crucified Stand of Purple Flames' it's the last of the Sacred Relics, and the cross in which Christ was crucified. It has the ability to generate purple flames with 'Holy Power' that can burn anything to ash. The user is dead, so I don't know when another might appear." That was the first Longinus they heard that didn't have a host. Unknowingly, that made them release a breath. In a way they were happy, that was one less monster they needed to worry about...

Chloe and Ace turned their back, their gaze met Draven who was stepping in. “The last time I saw that relic was in the hands of the rulers of Irvine. I delivered it to them directly.” Dania told them. Her hands quivered and she strived to steady her gaze at Edmond who scowled at her. As she stepped back, she almost tripped but caught herself and Edmond snickered. “That's good. I'm going to travel to Irvine just to get the relic that would help me get my bond back.” Edmond confessed.

Kael and Lucien exchanged a heavy look, tension rippling through their stances. Lucien spoke first, low and reluctant. “It’s the Shadowveil relic.” A chill raced down my spine, raising the fine hairs on my arms. My father nodded slowly, his jaw clenched so hard I could see the muscle jumping. He didn’t release my shoulders. “A forbidden artifact. Old dark moon magic. The kind we believed had been locked away or destroyed after the last council purge years ago. Someone clearly had other plans… either using it directly or getting a rogue witch to activate it through whatever secret alliances are still festering in the shadows.”

We don't know, we have few traces, some people who have heard about it, nothing more concrete, just rumors, however, the attack that took place in the palace was something heavy artillery, with a high degree of quality, they are well equipped, they are extremely prepared , we are just pieces dancing on a mental plane that they lead, I find myself in the capital, I had come together with the group of soldiers who were going to invade the Palace silently and remove Ayla from there, however, we could not, they were more quick, and strong hands, Lucien entered the palace to check how Blacke is probably been hit, I found myself sitting in an empty bar, one or two people came in and out every now

Talk about being a heavy sleeper. "I can't believe I have to carry you,"I mumbled to myself,as I dragged him throwing him on the coach. I changed into something cold as a noticed a text on my notification bar.Checking the text I realized it was Ella James the lady who I sold the Morrone's land.She was inviting me to a masked dinner at her place. After the house burned down three years ago the bodies were ashes so the family decided to burry empty caskets during the funeral.

“What is it?” She was standing near the door, fully dressed, boots on, hair braided tight. That alone told me enough. Clara never armored herself unless something was already moving. “They found something,” she said. “Not inside the borders. Close. Too close.” Lucas was awake instantly. He swung his legs off the bed, already reaching for his shirt. “What kind of something?” “Ritual residue,” Clara replied. “Old magic. Not the curse itself, but… scaffolding. Like someone’s preparing ground.”

She was breathless that even the general's eyes were on her. “Dom,” She mumbled. “Bell,” “Yes?” She then stared at Bell’s necklace, the one that she had the same as Ciel. Then, she heard that someone had taken a music box, which was also a relic. If the relics were gathered, it only meant that Ulric had no choice but to gather all of them for him to be able to open the grimoire. The Forbidden Book. “Let’s have a thirty-minute break,” Dominick told them as they agreed. Then, they finally headed out as she chewed her lip.

Inside, the air felt different—cooler, stiller, as if even the wind paused to honor what lay within. Gravel crunched beneath our boots, and the path wove between rows of stones, some upright and proud, others bowed with age. Each bore the Malik crest: a blackthorn branch curling around a silver sword—symbols of the family’s honor and standing, not of battle, but of the legacy they left behind. Gideon kept his pace steady, not slowing until we reached the highest point, where two matching headstones rested beneath the shade of a commanding oak. The grass was clipped short, the earth tended as if someone had loved it enough to keep the wild at bay.