Clauneck Relic Novels & Stories

Before Kael could answer, the silver pendant around his neck suddenly blazed with light. Not blue. Not red. Gold. Everyone instinctively shielded their eyes. "What is happening?" Liana asked. Kael stared at the pendant. "I've never seen it react like this." The glowing crystal lifted itself into the air. A narrow beam of golden light shot toward the abandoned church. It passed through the broken doorway and disappeared into the darkness inside. Commander Rylan frowned. "The relic is guiding you." Kael slowly looked toward the ruined church. "The Celestial Heart..."

But his hand stayed on my lower back, possessive. Kael limped over from where his wolves had dragged the injured ones. His dark eyes went straight to the fresh bite on me. He didn't look mad. He looked like he already knew something big just changed. "The bond you two just made," Kael said quiet. "It woke something up. The relic is calling louder now. And every clan with ears is coming for it — and for you." I felt the collar heat up again. The relic in my pocket grew warmer against my leg. Marcus's hand tightened on me.

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

“Still asking questions. Cute. Your father is safe for now. We need him alive a little longer. Same as you.” I looked around the room. Concrete walls, one dim bulb swinging from the ceiling, no windows, and a metal door behind him. My head still felt fuzzy from the dart. “You lied to me,” I said. “You had the relic the whole time.” “Of course we did.” He stepped closer. The relic glowed faintly in his palm. “We took it from those who attacked you. But we needed you here. Needed the Night Claw alpha to feel the pain. Kade thinks he owns this territory. Time to show him different.”

There was nothing he could say or do that would make up for his hurtful words. Sorry, he texted back. Laeddin immediately began to pace. "What is it?" I asked, trying not to think about Troy and my broken heart. "I know where to find the first piece of the crown." "You do?" I stood in front of him, making him stop. "It's in Connecticut." His eyes seemed far away as though he were there already. "That's an odd place to hide an elven relic." I put my phone on my bedside table. He shrugged. "True. But there's a rock house in Guilford, Connecticut that was built in 1639 by Henry Whitfield - "

Kia asked. “I cannot say anything with certainty,” he replied. “I’m sorry professor, we have to call Skin’s uncle. He was supposed to be here but he hasn’t arrived yet,” Olivia said urgently and they took leave from the professor. “Here is what we have discovered,” Agatha Desmond said. “The Warlock’s Chalice has surfaced in Chicago Illinois. During the renovation of an old church, it was found buried under the basement of the church. The archaeologists are dating it back to the 16th century. They have attached historical significance to the piece and they are trying to figure out its origin. Research about its authenticity is underway in the human world but we know for sure that it, in fact

Above them, the ceiling cracked open, revealing a starless sky that pulsed like a beating heart. Nihareth lifted both arms. "Bring me the final relic." A female follower approached, cradling an ornate golden skull wreathed in thorns. She knelt and offered it forward, her hands trembling. "The Skull of Orun, taken from the old vault in the east." Nihareth took it with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He turned to the altar and placed the skull into the hollow at its center. The air turned colder instantly. The ground beneath them shook.

I paused, dragging in a deep breath, and let it out slowly, before continuing, “To the sons, but more so…to the secrets they left behind.” I looked at the headmaster, who was clenching the stem of his cup too tightly, and his knuckles were already turning white. He stood and forced a smile. He clapped slowly, and others followed. From behind me, I heard a voice, not familiar, low and sinister, just like the one I heard in the mirror. “The relic only flares for direct blood. Or blood traitors.”

"But he will find it, with you or without you." The White Alpha's expression darkened. "I thought I trusted you, Liv. But it seems these twin wolves have gotten to you—and to Cade. I'm sending the remaining one away." "No!" Liv cried, her voice breaking. “The Herringbone Relic is never leaving this mountain,” the Alpha said. “It’s buried where water can’t reach, where fire can’t touch, where even you can’t find it, little girl. Cade wants to chase ghosts? Fine.