Clauneck Relic Novels & Stories

However. Andrius smiled bitterly. “Kate, you should also know that the Kleins had a total of seven pendants, all of which are now in Arthur’s hands. He was also rescued by the man in black robes. It’ll be difficult to get the Klein family’s treasure. Now, this is the only clue.” Andrius took out the token left by the man in black robes that day. He already studied it at Darleen Pass. It seemed like gold or iron but was neither. It was also heavy in his hands. Engraved in the center was an ancient totem that Andrius did not recognize.

He took a deep breath and retrieved the relic from beneath his tunic, wrapped in a cloth and pulsing faintly. Her eyes widened the moment she saw the relic. She trailed her hands on its surface and felt power oozing out of it. She regained her composure and asked, “Where did you get this?” Even though her mind raced with several thoughts. Marcus spoke quietly. “I found this in a chamber close to the temple of the reds in the south. I chased a Vrykolakas scout and inadvertently ended up in an ancient chamber. Unsure of how I got there and desperately trying to find a way back, I searched every inch of the chamber for an escape route and that was when I stumbled upon this object, lodged betwee

“You saw that.” “I saw a reflection.” “There is no water in this room.” I kept my eyes on the object. The relic was no larger than my palm. A piece of pale stone carved into the shape of a broken crown, its surface threaded with lines that resembled waves. It had been recovered from ruins discovered beyond the Silvercrest cliffs, thirty metres beneath the sea. The divers who found it had refused to return to the site. One had disappeared before the recovery team reached shore. The other still had not spoken.

She couldn't be sure from so far away, but it wasn't a risk she wanted to take. Following as quickly as she could, she left through the back door of the cafe. Twists and turns round a corner, she struggled to but was barely able to keep up with him. She slowed her steps, careful not to make a sound. The closer she got, the less certain she was that it was really him. Finally, he stopped and was speaking to someone. The man turned slightly, and her heart froze. Lucien. Lucien could only be described with one word. Eccentric.

He said. "What did you mean?" Catherine asked standing on her feet. "What I'm saying is Clancy took everything." The bishop rephrased "Clancy took the whole seven inscriptions within himself." Scott who couldn't understand the bishop asked again "You know something, what is it?" The bishop scoffed bitterly "The Unholy Books are just fragments of the seven deadly sins, tiniest portions of their powers but now, Clancy represents the sins, all of them." "What?" Bella awed.

Alpha Solomon rose to his full height to address the room. “I understand that you think we have the relics of your Magdalene but you are mistaken, we have never had them, the relics in our possession belong to Menai, the daughter of our Goddess. We have documentation which has been investigated by Mrs. Crozier which proves the relics are what I say they are.” Annie stood and walked to the family tree.

Barely visible sconces spat witchlight where the magic detected our presence, the dancing shadows playing across gargoyle carvings and crumbling urns. And then we saw it. Snapped to a stone pedestal between two ancient, rusted sarcophagi, a shredded Aurelian House cloak flapped in the breeze coming from the crypt. Under it, the same type of blood-stained note I found before. The same scrawl, the same energy coiled in the ink like a sleeping monster. Lucien clenched his jaw. “This is not for us.” He turned, already striding to the stairs. “Wait here. I’ll get them.”

He bound my wrists to the chaise arms, ankles to the legs, spread wide, and exposed, offered. The cameras adjusted—motorized mounts whirring, lenses zooming, and tracking my every breath, every twitch, and every bead of sweat. Luca knelt between my thighs, shirt now fully open, cross swinging like a clock. “This crypt was a reliquary once,” he said, voice reverent and hungry. “Bones of saints. Fingers of martyrs. Tongues of virgins. Sealed in 1893 after a scandal the Church buried deeper than the dead. Now it’s mine.”

They had wasted a whole month. “How do we remedy the situation?” Adrian asked. Claude looked upset. “The field was lush when I checked it last, and the warehouse was full too.” “Don't tell me useless information.” Adrian then realized that Claude was the prey of The Hunters too. However, instead of killing Claude outright, they were trying to push him into a dead end instead. “The herbs must be in the manor. Maybe they were buried,” Adrian said. Claude’s spirits lifted. What Adrian said had reminded him of something. “There’s a wine cellar in Medicis Manor. I store all of the wines that I make in there. I’m sure the wines are all stolen, but the herbs might be there.”

“Did you see that?” Clayton nodded and looked so staggered to witness that phenomenon. “Great! Claudia didn’t lie to me!” He hissed and seemed so satisfied with what he had watched. “You bought this from Miss Claudia?” Sonya put down her wrist. “I asked her reference about a good stuff and she gave me that! She said it used to belong to a noble woman and give her a good protection to evil intention, devious power!” “What did you make as a barter for this?”