Clauneck Relic Novels & Stories

“I saw a flash of a room full of junk. I don’t know where it is, though.” It seemed like Phil really didn’t know where the treasury was. A room full of junk, as Claire put it, that probably contained Thor’s hammer, Stormbringer, the One Ring, Excalibur and the Ark of the Covenant — okay, maybe not a bunch of fictional artefacts, but there was bound to be something in there that would be useful. And cool. “Anything else?” I asked Claire. “They both had the same thought when you asked about their clothes — Codex.”

“I won’t let Voren win. That relic—let’s find it.” Cassia stands, her flames reigniting. “That’s the spirit. Renn, check the pedestal’s base. Lena, use your sight. I’ll cover the exits in case our mole gets twitchy.” I approach the pedestal, my new sight sharpening. The dark streak coils around a small, rune-etched stone embedded in the crystal—a keystone, its surface slick with shadow, like oil. My crescent mark burns, confirming it. “This is it,” I say, reaching out but hesitating. “It’s Veil-touched, radiating wrongness. Destroying it might trigger something.”

"That's Silver Claw territory. Or it was, before the massacre." "It's where we stored our most valuable relics. Weapons, texts, ritual items. Everything the clan needed to function." Lila's finger traced the path on the map. "If Black Moon doesn't know about it yet, we need to get there first." "How do you know they don't already know?" I asked. "Because I'd be dead if they did. The mine is warded. Only Silver Claw blood can open it. If Black Moon had found it, they'd have hunted down every last one of us to force us to open it for them."

She opened it carefully, the wax cracking cleanly. The Crown of Solenne requests the presence of Clara Quinn at the dedication of the Memorial for the Consumed. The ceremony will be held at the relay site in the eastern provinces on the first day of summer. Your witness is requested. Below the formal language, a handwritten note in Aldric's script: Please come. The families want to meet you. The watcher will be there. Clara folded the letter and tucked it into her pocket. She turned to the silver thicket and placed her hand on the nearest bloom.

"Now, a few relics are pretty well known, and are quite obvious. The Sistine Chapel, Excalibur, The cornucopia, Pyramids of Giza, Brahmashirsha Astra, and the mirror of Venus. There are also some that aren't widely known, such as the Black Scythe, the Grey Sickle, and the Serpent's Apples. You don't have to know all the relics the textbook lists off, but knowing a few and what they are will help you in the exams." Copying the words that Mrs. Loop puts in the air down into my notebook, I finish up the class and then get ready to head on over to lunch. Standing up with Leonard, Hala, Syl, Machiv, and Hank, we head out into the hallway. It's a little crowded, and we don't get to move forward a

If this item was important enough for the system to notify me, it must have some significance. Analyze! [Map of Sustenance] [A map of Demonic Origins. Displays all the monsters and resources found in any dungeon. This is one of three pieces.] WTF!!! This is a precious relic! Klara smiled as she watched. Her lifeless eyes glowed as she caught sight of a ray of hope. And I recognized it right away, but she had obviously caught my expression. Oh, sigh...I'd better learn to control my feelings! But this is fantastic!

To see one of the relics in person was almost surreal. It was completely different than my collection of pretty rocks. "Miqella went through a lot of trouble to get this." I paused, my hand suspended in mid-air. As much as I wanted to grab the relic and set to work, something about that sentence bothered me. The relic had been next to the abandoned woods by my old clan, what could have been hard about it? I had assumed Morax had left the area since he was here now, so... My hand dropped to my side. My fingers clenched tightly.

He nods, but his eyes are terrified when I say, "They ain't getting you." Akira is standing up and inspecting her knives. "We need to move," she says. "More guild is on the way." A faint voice whispers, "The relic... in the temple... it will bring me back," as the beast's ashes stir just before we leave. A Seraphin relic, concealed somewhere, powerful enough to actually bring Calix back to life, makes my blood run cold. Light flaring, Raymond takes hold of my arm. "We cannot allow that to occur," he says firmly.

“There’s no time left to breathe. No time to think. Only to act.” He crossed to her, kneeling beside the chair. “You don’t have to do this alone.” She touched his hand. “I know. But I have to lead alone.” A pause. “Tomorrow,” she said, “we begin the search for the third relic.” Lucien frowned. “So soon?” “Yes. The enemy is already in motion. We cannot slow. The third relic lies in the Isles of Mourning—underwater ruins guarded by creatures older than memory. I’ll need the Crimson Mage, and a blessing from the Sea Circle.”