Clauneck Relic Novels & Stories

He turned his attention to the daemon who was crouching next to the dead guard. Clavier took off the guard’s helmet and saw nothing but a skeleton underneath the silver armor. Of course, these were the undead soldiers. Angel of Death’s loyal followers in the Kingdom of Moon Goddess. Once he was cast out, his army followed. Damn it, Clavier cursed. Knights of Death was the undead. He didn’t know the organization was the Knights of Death from the Moon Goddess’ Kingdom. All these times, he thought they adopted the name because of the things they were about to do. He didn’t expect they were the original owners of the name.

“Bloodclaw is coming for you.” My wolf froze. Bloodclaw—a rogue pack, scum who’d sell their own for power. Why were they after our relic? I slammed my fist into his jaw, knocking him out cold. His body slumped, but my pulse raced. This wasn’t just Lana’s game anymore. I stood, the shard heavy in my hand, my necklace burning hotter. Gideon’s mind-link buzzed again: End it, little wolf. I wanted to, but I needed answers first. I dragged the rogue to a corner, binding his wrists with a cord from a shattered lamp.

The wind howling across the balcony felt like a thousand needles against my skin. Down below, the torches of the Ironclaw army flickered like angry orange eyes. But my world had narrowed down to one thing: that silver locket resting against the chest of the Ironclaw Alpha. "Claude," I whispered, my fingers digging into the cold stone of the railing. "The locket. He shouldn't have it. My mother was buried with that." Claude’s face was a mask of frozen fury. His eyes were locked on the men below ,his sons, and the monster they had brought to his doorstep.

If one of his ancestors had helped weaken the seals, then everything his family believed about its history rested on a lie. A sudden chill swept through the hall. The torches dimmed. The statues turned toward the same corridor at once. Every one of them reached for a stone weapon. The guardian's expression hardened. "They have found another Relic." My pulse quickened. "The Cult?" He nodded. "They are no longer searching." His golden eyes fixed on me. "They are collecting." Before I could ask where, a deep horn echoed through the underground passages. Once. Twice. Then a third time.

That would buy us time. The abandoned place Uncle and I used for me to train was the secret way towards the manor. It wasn’t abandoned when we used to train there but after I came back after three years of journey outside Normous, I heard that the late emperor ordered to seal the gates of the place using a holy relic coming from Levorsa’s companion herself. That means . . . a god. It was a relic from a god in Procyron.

There was one more thing in the folder. Underneath the three pages with the three names, pressed flat between two pieces of yellowed paper like something kept safe for a very long time, was a small object. A piece of bone, polished smooth, with the same script carved into it that I'd seen on the wall and on the pendant. "What is that," I said. "A relic." Lucian's voice had gone careful again. "Belonging to the third. Selene."

*FLASHBACK END* 'I, Clare Jane Daunter, am the true queen of Magna. I vow that death is forbidden for me, until I don't avenge the innocent people that have died. I won't sit still till the blood of those bastards is spilled and known as a warning to all the others. I vow that I will make their living like hell, until they don't pay the price of what they have done.'

He drifted in and out, muttering words that didn’t make sense. But then, his eyes snapped open. And he grabbed my wrist with surprising strength. “They’re moving something,” he rasped. “Your uncle… he’s bringing it through the city. Not weapons. Not men. Something worse.” My breath caught. “What?” His lips curled into a bloodied smile. “A relic. Old. Royal. Tied to your bloodline.” The room went silent. Roman’s gaze locked with mine. “He’s escalating.” I stared down at Kael, my pulse hammering, the storm s

“Do not starve for clandestine or tainted perceptions. They are derived from pure violence to provide you eternal solace. Believe in my command and Sacred Times.” Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Tristan finished the verse, explaining why the relics were supposed to be trapped. They are evil and must not come to life. Hizerl is the proof of it. Why should one never try to own them is clear now. “What… are you guys?” Huzefa asked at their smooth quotation, not only in terms of power but by knowledge too. “I doubt you have heard the name Tademono.” Tabit shrugged, doubting they would know.