Fantasy Artifacts Novels & Stories

Shadow Arachne saw this and tried warning Kirou, only for it to be ignored as Kirou kept this up. Eventually, after a few minutes, Mistaken Fox finally finished his chanting and gesturing. Right now, he too was waiting for the result of his skill. He didn't have to wait long as, after five seconds, the arcane rune made from medallions started glowing before the rune floated off the ground and turned into a single medallion which had the depiction minotaur, but this one was quite different from the ones before. Just as Mistaken Fox was about the approach the floating medallion, the medallion transformed into a mass of light which turned into a five-meter tall minotaur wielding two stone great

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

“You will regret this.” “Get out.” He leaves. I slam the door and slide down against it, my legs giving way. The hunger roars back, redoubled. It’s a fire in my veins. I’m shaking. I can’t think. I can only want. I crawl to my backpack. My hands fumble over the contents. The candle. The useless key. The small, unassuming bottle of Purified Water. A C-Grade Artifact. Cleanses minor curses and low-level mental contaminations.

"But it's my mistake to make. I found the artifacts. I'll decide what happens to them." The man studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he nodded. "Very well. But know this: the artifacts are not just objects. They are alive, hungry, yearning to be whole. If you cannot control them, they will control you. And when that happens, we will come for you. We will do what must be done." He turned and left, his followers trailing behind him. The door closed, and Elara was alone with her father.

“You need to regain your strength, cousin, while you learn how to use your magic. But most importantly, you need to find Uzriel. I know it is much for one person to endure, but you have to remember that everything depends on you finding the Avatar of Addanos, Ayla!” Sarya had the same eye color as Ayla. She wondered how she had never noticed it before. “I still haven’t found all the Artefacts of Power. Just the scepter of Aylarra,” Ayla told the Seer. The amulet of Inoss, the crown of Addanos, the scepter of Aylarra, and the ring of Beliar were called the Artefacts of Power. “I don’t know where to look for the others.” While in the Fire Monastery, Ayla tried to learn as much as possible abou

Kaelen chuckles, stepping closer, his hand grazing my thigh. "Changes like me obsessing over you instead of fighting Ardyn? I like this version." His touch sends sparks; this body's sensitivity is a curse and blessing. "Artifact-wise," he adds, "legends say it unseals forbidden spells, mind control, realm portals, immortality drafts. If the Guild gets it, they could topple kingdoms." We brainstorm: Guild's functions (infiltration, extortion, magical black market), potential locations (caves confirmed by scouts Ardyn sent post-confession), and artifact defenses (wards we're reinforcing).

To ensure we were familiar with it in advance, Maria instructed Ethan to retrieve the artifact from her potion laboratory. As Ethan opened the box containing the artifact, we immediately felt the ancient and mysterious aura emanating from the Soul Lock Ring. Its appearance resembled an intricately crafted silver serpent, with a delicate metal surface embedded with complex magical runes. These runes shimmered with a bluish glow under the light, each one seemingly telling an ancient tale, imbued with indescribable power.

In Fantasma, there is a reason as to why the Legendary and Artifact level magic items were called as it is. Because whenever it reaches that level of rarity, so does it powers, It was mind boggling and mind bending the Magical items of the highest tiers can do. For example, there is one Magical items that Aeternum Treasury recently able to obtained, which was recovered by the Maiden Unit that were going under training in a Tiered 5 Dungeon inside the Desert of Nothingness. The team discovered and also able to obtained an artifact level Magic Item, called The Eye of Evil Golden Dragon. And the item powers is enabling it’s user to identified any of it’s target, and on top of that providing a c

Casie felt her mates' shared concern through their bonds—another thread connecting the Order's operations to the teenagers under their protection. "What kind of things?" Rick asked gently, his cop voice carefully non-threatening. Dex's hair faded to anxious grey. "Small stuff mostly. Things that reacted to our abilities. I had this old compass that always pointed toward whatever I was thinking about. Maya found a mirror that showed her true emotions as colours." "Reactive artifacts," Nathaniel murmured. "Items that respond to specific types of supernatural energy. They're valuable to collectors because they can be used to identify and track individuals with similar abilities."

he said, changing the topic. “Did you just change the topic?” I asked as my mouth fell open in disbelief, I couldn't believe he changed the topic. “My relationship with Arya is not relevant to the issue ahead and besides our relationship is filled with secrecy, you just have to trust me” he smirked. “I'll take your word for it, so did you find the location of the last piece?” I asked, and I sat down on the garden bench. “I met a clan of very special witches that deal with powerful artifacts, the artifacts are powerful elements that can control anything including life and death” he paused, sitting beside me. “Thousand of years ago, The artifacts were created by the most powerful witch of all