Fantasy Artifacts Novels & Stories

Keagan waved his hand over it and a new option appeared; Artifacts. The menu dropped down, revealing a new entry into his arsenal. It revealed an artifact—a shard from the broken mask of the defeated villain. The system's voice continued "This artifact grants you the power of shadow manipulation, a skill once possessed by your formidable adversary. By activating the shard, you can tap into this extraordinary ability for a limited time." Keagan's eyes widened as he grasped the significance of the artifact. The power of shadow manipulation, at his disposal. It was a chance to harness the very essence of his defeated foe. A surge of excitement coursed through his veins as he contemplated the po

she began, a hint of gravity in her mental tone, “a unique stone, birthed by the deepest currents of the sea, and a diamond hidden in the most treacherous depths of the coal mines.” I blinked, the magnitude of the task before me hitting like a tidal wave. “That sounds... impossible. How am I supposed to find all these things?” Freya gave a soft mental chuckle. “Each artifact represents a facet of your being and the journey you're on. Strength, adaptability, resilience. Finding them won't be easy, but it's necessary for your ascension.” “Alright,” I said, running my hand over my hair. “So the tooth. That’s easy enough, right? The Ancient Wolf’s body is still in the cave, I take it?”

In the center of the chamber stood a pedestal, upon which rested the long-lost relic. The artifact was a sight to behold - a shimmering, iridescent gemstone, pulsing with an ethereal glow. We knew that it was the source of the darkness we had been warned about, and we did not hesitate in our determination to claim it for the protection of the realms.

Yafi suffers from mild disorientation, and poor Iolanta… throws up her soul. But despite that, neither of them complains, and both keep going with me selflessly. With company it is even easier—we can take turns keeping watch at night. That cut what would have been a two-week journey down to one. We reached the point where my little imp had teleported, and from there we followed the magical trace of the rest of my stolen belongings from the armory. These are powerful artifacts, each with a distinct magical signature, and I followed it like a hound on a scent.

‘Would you rather I die from trying to pronounce the name of your “species?’ Demi doesn’t have an inkling on how his language system works. Human vocal chords are incapable of even speaking a single syllable of Nova’s language. ‘Should we look for it?’ Demi asked whilst walking out of the bathroom. ‘Heck yeah! You know how much artifacts hold my abilities, of course we’ll look for it.’ Demi remembered that artifacts were created by Nova, it was the things that contained his abilities other than the leads. Artifacts can be one of the most expensive diamonds in the world, or be a rusting bicycle sitting in an abandoned house for 10 years. Demi and Nova began searching while Demi still does her

“A highly powerful army of elemental-wolf hybrids that they can use to take over all the packs. Your stepmother intends to make herself the supreme ruler, abolishing the individual packs and ruling with an iron fist.” “That’s fucking insane,” I spat. “Even with an army, she couldn’t possibly think she could control all the packs.” “She could with the artifact,” Dr. Rose said quietly. I stilled. “What artifact?” “There’s an ancient artifact she’s been searching for, for years now. Without it, she can’t fully accomplish her goals. The artifact contains a special magic that can grant immortality to its holder under the right circumstances. But more importantly, it gives its holder the ability t

“We always do.” I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. Her faith in me was a double-edged sword—comforting but also terrifying. --- We rounded a final corner, and the narrow tunnel opened into a massive chamber. The sight before us stole the breath from my lungs. The artifact wasn’t just a relic—it was a monument. A towering, jagged construct of obsidian and crystal, pulsing with an unholy light. Runes etched in silver spiraled up its surface, shifting and twisting as if alive. At its core was a blinding sphere of energy, radiating a power so overwhelming it made my knees buckle.

Still, she composed herself quickly, her voice calm but sharp. “It’s a bond blocker. You will wear it so the threads of destiny can be severed temporarily.” “What?” I placed the box back on the table swiftly, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I had heard whispers about such artifacts. Ancient, forbidden things spoken of only in hushed tones. But I had never imagined I would see one with my own eyes. “This is…” My voice trembled despite my effort to remain composed. “This is black magic. A clear violation of nature’s rules.”

Julian (from balcony above, smirking): “I’ll guard the sarmale.” Tunnel spiraled down into crystal-lit cavern. Seven pedestals glowed—each holding a legendary artifact. 1. Hellebore Mist Blade – katana, mist-forged, 47 hellebores etched along the fuller. 2. Blackened Silver Shard – 47 hellebores, fractured, pulsing shadow. 3. Shadow Invisibility Cloak – liquid night, folded like silk. 4. Hellebore Dagger – twin to the blade, smaller, venom-green edge.

“Fantasy?” Came the uncertain inquiry through the bullhorn that sounded out loudly amongst the hustle and bustle of the crowded pier. Raising my hand I picked up my duffel bag and began making my way forward. As I walked the men about me stared. They always stared. It was kind of nice and yet annoying at the same time. It didn’t help that my Russian born mother so enamored with her relocation to a new and in her eyes, ‘fantasy land’ of America had named me as such.