Fantasy Artifacts Novels & Stories

she gestures, and the wind slams inward, pinning them in place “—are mine to break.” Bella’s jaw clenches. “You’ll have to do better than bad metaphors and secondhand magic.” The figure laughs, and the mask fractures around the mouth, revealing teeth like splinters of emerald. “You know nothing of my magic, child. But you will.” She unfurls her left arm, displaying a scepter of green glass shot through with veins of silver. At its crown, a shard pulses in perfect time with the storm above. The artifact is older than the stone circle, perhaps older than Cordiva. The runes along its length crawl and twitch, hungry for blood.

My fingers grazed the cool surface of the stone, feeling the vibrations that seemed to resonate from the carvings. The altar was adorned with clusters of colored crystals that refracted the sunlight into a dazzling display of hues. Allan's eyes widened as he observed the artifacts, his keen senses attuned to the mystical aura surrounding us. "This place is ancient, Your Majesty, and these crystals... they hold a power I've never encountered before." I nodded in agreement, my gaze fixated on the remnants of burnt offerings. "The sorcerer has left his mark here. This altar is a bridge between realms, a conduit for the magical forces that permeate this forest."

Oceana asked. "Okay, I'll tell you the story about the nine artifacts. There were nine strong and powerful objects in the world and they were the samurai sword, the dagger of life and death, the book of ancient supernaturals, the staff of justice, the amulet, the power gem and three others which I can't remember now. But among all these, the strongest of them all was the power gem. People began to seek for the power possessed by it. This was a threat, as people could do anything just to gain it. Thereby, the protectors broke the gem into five pieces and hid them. The other artifacts were hidden too. The most interesting thing about the gem is that, each piece contains one of these elements.

When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur. My mind flits back to how he found my diary that night. What would have happened if he never found out what was written in it? Would we be exactly as we were in the past, lusting for each other from afar? Not every attraction should be acted on. The next time I fantasize about someone I shouldn’t, I will remember this. _____

Eryndor warned George that if Arinthal continued his destructive path, Coralline would become a desolate, haunted place, inhabited only by spirits and devils. George asked Eryndor, "How can you save Coralline?" Eryndor's eyes sparkled with hope as he shared his vision. "Imagine a paradise where birds sing sweet melodies, animals roam free, and brooks run clear. Tall pines stretch towards the buue depth of sky, their branches entwined with wild creepers. Where the sun rose higher and all the flesh and animals enrich their lives.

Matteo’s unit is behind me taking care of another settlement just before the training grounds, nearest to camp. Theon’s unit is not engaged in battle today. The man has been in his tent working all night and day on something, ‘new’. He has made countless discoveries over the years, our weapons being the most valued in my opinion. The entire area around the tear was covered in crystals and metals we have never seen before.

She said this loudly enough for many apprentices around to hear. "Alright. I will train diligently and repay you in the future," Adrian replied. Amara said, "No need to repay me, just focus on your training. This time, I drove Rubern away for you, but be careful. He's the type of person who will hold grudges. If you’re not strong, he might cause trouble for you within the faction. Forget about this for now. Let's go. I'll take you to get your artifact." In Frostspire, every newly recruited apprentice could obtain an artifact from the faction. These artifacts were usually swords inscribed with spirit runes, more powerful than the weapons given to ordinary apprentices from other factions.

"The disaster you saw is linked to a powerful artifact—one that has the potential to unleash unimaginable destruction if it falls into the wrong hands. We must locate it and secure it before our enemies do." I felt a chill run down my spine. "Do you know where this artifact is?" Elara nodded. "The tome speaks of a hidden temple deep within the forest, a place shrouded in mystery and protected by ancient magic. Only those with a pure heart and unwavering resolve can navigate its trials and emerge with the artifact."

The Headmistress opens the doors. The whole place was one large cavern, littered with various machinery and all kinds of metals molded into various artifacts and amulets. It was like an old forge in a video game. A large fire was roaring in a corner, but the cavern was moderately warm. All over the wire racks, there were various weapons hung, staffs and swords, bows and arrows, spears, and chakras, and many, many more. The bioluminescent fungi dotted the ceiling of the cavern. We walked towards the sound of the clanking, and as the wire racks ended, jars and jars of various gems and crystals lined the path. The clanking stopped.

The throne room felt empty without Lunara's presence, though she was only a few floors above me, sleeping off the emotional exhaustion from Celeste's dream attack. Soon, my bride would be ready to accept her crown. But first, I needed to ensure there would be no complications. No rivals for her affection. No distractions from lesser ambitions. I walked to the ancient vault hidden behind my throne. The stone wall dissolved at my touch, revealing shelves lined with artifacts that had been forbidden for good reason. Weapons that could tear reality apart. Potions that could rewrite someone's soul. Books that contained spells no sane mind should ever speak aloud. At the very back, wrapped in clot