Graven Mass Talisman Location Novels & Stories

Caleb had gasped when he’d heard the phrase. “Rosslyn,” he’d said. “Rosslyn Chapel. Of course. The rumored home to the Holy Grail.” They had not stopped flying since, racing for Rosslyn, the new key sitting in Caitlin’s one pocket, and the torn page in her other. Caleb had explained to her along the way that Rosslyn Chapel had been the rumored hiding place of the holy Grail for centuries. Scores of humans and vampires had visited, searching for the Grail. But none had ever been able to find it. It made perfect sense, he said, that her father’s clue would lead them there. It was one of the most sacred vampire places in the world.

Victoria said. “I did a location spell to find the signet. It is inside a secret vault, located inside of the church. All we need to do now is to find the vault and secure the signet for safe keeping until the Manananggal is dealt with,” Mallory said. “Sounds like a plan,” Agatha said appreciatively.

Every lead, every scrap of information pointed me back to it. I closed the journal and leaned back in my chair, staring at the faint outline of the crescent moon through the frosted window. The packhouse was silent at this hour, most of its residents resting after the latest rogue attack. But sleep eluded me. How could I rest, knowing my death and rebirth might hinge on something so elusive? The diary’s clues were vague, but they mentioned one location: a temple buried deep in the mountains north of Moonshine Pack. A temple where a relic with the power to sever bonds, to rewrite fates, was hidden.

“They poisoned us all.” Michael’s smile faded. “And now they must be made to drink their own brew.” He stepped forward and removed a ring from his finger. Set within was a shard of the original Altarstone—the relic thought to have been lost when Ember Hollow first burned. “I kept it hidden,” Michael whispered. “Because I knew one day, the Hollow would need truth more than prophecy.” Suddenly, the camp shuddered. The earth moaned beneath them. A scout ran in. “The Elders. They’ve opened the last gate. They’re summoning the Black Mass.”

But it had traces of her. “I can smell her.” Talon said behind. “I’ll check the rooms,” He went inside and came out again. “She's not here.” My heart skipped a nervous beat. I went to the back, where I found an open door.. “Where does this lead.” “The cemetery.” The guard anwered. I walked out the door. And I followed a straight path. I spotted a tombstone with a name her surname written on it. “Are those...” Talon noticed

Dominic trailed behind, unusually quiet, one hand on the hilt of his blade, the other gripping a glowing talisman. Lykan walked beside me. We didn’t speak. The grove didn’t allow it. When we finally reached the location marked on the map, we all stopped. The signal had led us here—exactly here. But there was nothing. No broken altar. No monument or shrine. Only… stones. Hundreds of them, arranged in scattered circles like forgotten graves. Some were cracked, others half-buried, most covered in moss and age. They looked the same. Felt the same.

Tamar shoved off the wall and stalked away, seething. Caelum, silent, paced to the center of the tomb. His hand trailed over the carvings along the altar—a wide, shallow basin carved from black glass, rimmed with silver dust. “What is this place?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he said softly. “But it feels… familiar. Oddly familiar for a reason I can’t yet put my finger on.” He pressed his palm against a slab marked with a sigil. It glowed faintly beneath his touch—silver, then deep violet.

He made his decision. "The artifacts," he said. "Where are they." Edric described them one by one. The Moonstone Fang of Silvermoon, stored in the ceremonial chamber of the former Alpha's hall. Shadowpaw's Obsidian Claw, kept in the war vault beneath the old training grounds. Goldenridge's Sunstone, last known location in Soren Goldmane's personal quarters. And Bloodfang's Crimson Tooth, the oldest of the four, kept in the Sacred Den that Silvain had shown Marina years ago in a different life.

“Fine. But don’t expect me to bury you.” Mason gave a small, crooked smile. “She’s starting to like you.” I almost laughed , almost. “That’s what that was?” “Trust me,” he said. “That’s the closest she gets.” We moved deeper into the ruin. The air grew warmer, the stones slick beneath our boots. At the center stood an altar , cracked, half-sunk into the earth. Runes spiraled across its surface in looping, endless lines. When I reached out, Mason stopped me. “Maybe don’t touch this one.”

I whisper, struggling to pull myself up, arms shaking. "Over here," Samuel says, and my eyes go to his, across the room as he stands next to Laila. "We stopped her, Mama," Laila says, giving me a worried smile as she walks toward me. "Take this." She hands me a clear crystal. "It's quartz, Archangel Michael told us to give it to you. It's from the Cherubim Realm." Exhausted, I reach out, fingers trembling as Laila places the crystal in my hand. She then holds my hand in hers, curling my fingers around it.