Clauneck Relic Novels & Stories

His eyes were wide with fear, like he’d seen something no man should. I walked closer, and my breath hitched. “Dalen…” I whispered, kneeling. I swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.” I closed his eyes and pulled my cloak off, gently laying it over his body. I should’ve called for help. I should have raised the alarm. But something told me no. Not yet. On the wall above the altar, burned deep into the stone and what looked like blood, was a sigil. A claw that had thirteen lines behind it. The sigil of the Thirteenth Claw.

“Does it mean something to you?” “Yes,” Clara said slowly. “It’s… rumored to be a living relic. A root system older than the Yanuwah, connected to the very first guardians. Some believed it was a place of communion—a way to speak with the dead, to confront echoes of the past. Others thought it was alive. That it grew by feeding on memories and souls.” Emily shivered. “So it might show us what really happened? How to stop the Seed?” “Or it might consume us,” Clara replied. “But we don’t have much choice, do we?”

Hidden in his sleeve— a folded parchment. I opened it. A map. Ancient tunnels beneath Nightbane. Marked in red. One point circled. The old crypts beneath the throne. I felt Liora step beside me. Her voice came quieter now. “The relic vault.” I looked at her. “What do you know about it?” She hesitated. Then said, “Declan once told me blood oaths were sealed there.” The old letter. The bond. The throne. Pieces aligned too fast.

A clamour of murmurs that seemed to come from the stones themselves were carried by the wind as it howled over the barren landscape of the old ruins. Zara and Kael stood together, staring at the throbbing ball of light that hung in the middle of the room. It was the Nexus, the relic they had been searching for so long, the secret to solving the puzzles of their entwined fates.

"You simply must try the champagne, my dear. It is imported directly from the finest French vineyards. No expense spared for tonight's celebration." "How incredibly thoughtful." I accepted the crystal flute from a passing server, letting my fingers brush his wrist casually. He did not even notice the tiny listening device I slipped from his tray into my palm with practiced ease. "I do so love French bubbles. They have such delicate notes." The Silvermoon Pack house had not changed much in ten long years. Same marble floors that could blind you with their polished shine, same golden fixtures that screamed old money and established power, same portraits of dead Alphas glowering judgmentally fr

“That’s not good, Declan. It would be very dangerous if this was Zack’s game. To simply turn people into his servants. And we still don’t know for what purpose.” “And that’s not all, Dominic. I approached without them hearing me...” Declan continued and I could already feel the hair on my back stand up. This man had taken a tremendous risk. “You know he could have smelled you and you could have ended up in a not so pleasant way,” I interrupted him abruptly, visibly horrified at his audacity.

“We were wondering if you could tell us about the relic of the war god that you have been seeking, ma’am.” “Please, call me Helen, Your Highness,” the lady exhaled and took a sip of tea. “If you’re looking for the relic, I’m afraid only the Levee family would know its whereabouts since it was in their care when it was lost. But like it is said in the prophecy, they who guard the relic shall find it.” Katie looked disheartened but forced a small smile when her eyes met the elder lady’s. “May I ask what the purpose of your establishment is? I’m afraid it’s only been known to me yesterday.”

They knew the importance of keeping the relic out of the wrong hands, even if it meant facing the curse head-on. With the aid of their flashlights, they pressed forward, cautious of the traps that lay in wait. The chamber grew colder as they reached the heart of the ancient sanctuary. There, resting atop a pedestal, lay the cursed relic—a pulsating orb of otherworldly energy. As they approached, a cult of fanatical devotees emerged from the shadows. These zealots sought to claim the relic for their own, believing they could harness its power for their dark agenda.

Her other hand tugged at my belt, a hornied smile dancing across her lips. “Let me make you forget the world for a little while…” But it was cut short with a ruckus from Jared… he burst into the study, his face was pale and his breath so uneven. “What is it, Jared?” I asked, my voice edged with irritation, Shana’s hand instantly withdrawing. “It’s… crazy,” he stammered. “I got news now that Lady Claudia is at the family ancestral mausoleum. She’s going to move Lady Donna, Mrs. Moretti, and Young Master Jade’s body from their crypt chamber at the family honorary mausoleum…