Huntress Dream Remnant 2 Novels & Stories

Lana’s POV The council room smelled of ink and damp parchment. Maps covered the table; cups of untouched tea cooled beside them. Warren stood at the head, the strip of charcoal in his hand tapping the edge of the northern pass. “The Remnant isn’t an army,” he said. “Not yet. They’re scattered cells using old routes, feeding on fear. We cut the roads, we cut the voice.” Grayson leaned forward. “Scouts confirmed movement near the river bend last night. Small fires, maybe twenty men.”

Tora rubbed her arms, remembering how those voices had sounded — clear and commanding, echoing through her mind as her children’s mouths moved in perfect harmony. “They weren’t dreaming,” she whispered. “They were channeling.” Jax nodded grimly. “I know. I saw it. Liora’s eyes went white, and Kael’s voice… it wasn’t his. I’ve never heard him sound like that.” “Neither have I,” she said softly. “And now Cheyenne’s fading, and the Huntress they spoke of is the one who binds us all. That can’t be coincidence.” Jax pushed off the table and came to stand beside her at the window, his reflection shadowing hers in the glass. “The ‘child that bears both dawn and dusk’—we thought maybe it was Serenya

"These remnants branch dark do your prophecies see harmony in binding or devour if we refuse the call?" Lira's voice threaded mist like. "Flame heir visions unveil without force whispers clear paths eternal. Harmony refuses tempt unity forges deeper heat veils true adapt we must." Maerin strode in composed triumphant orb glowing steady. Holo maps layering nexus veins in azure clear flame echo eyes mirroring mine victorious. "Networks confirm Hunger silenced but ley echoes demand binding restitution completes alliance sealed. Blood pact maps mingled glow attunes fierce cuts remnants?" she urged steady auburn loose in victory wind coven blood echoing strong. "Flush victory inspires drop shares

A presence stirred on it. A being with no face, only a hollow where a mouth should be. But when it moved, it spoke directly to her thoughts. “You were not meant to return here, Seedbearer.” Emily fell to her knees. “Who—what are you?” she managed to whisper. “I am the Remnant. That which was left behind when the Tree fell… when the Sky fled… when Varethkaal was first named.” She remembered that name. Varethkaal. The hunger given shape. The godling of void. The fracture beneath the fracture.

he whispered. Suddenly, the shattered door behind the family groaned. A single Remnant—one that hadn't been fully neutralized by the virus—staggered into the room. Its optics were a jagged, flickering red. It didn't see Julian as a master; it saw the Origin Drive as its primary objective. The Remnant lunged. "No!" Izora cried. Julian didn't hesitate. In a final, instinctive act of the Draven protection reflex, he threw the Origin Drive toward Leo and turned to face the machine.

Her temptation to fire an arrow at him was disturbed by a wolf appearing in front of him. “Target acquired, I’m going down.” Frank nodded, barking orders at the other three to only shoot at clear targets. It was hard to tell who was winning when she got downstairs, especially since the second group had been so much bigger and more prepared than the first. Star pulled the hood mask over her face to stop from being recognized and charged ahead, easily slitting the throat of a hunter who was overpowering a younger warrior with a blade she took from Maximus’ collection at the last minute.

Closing the meeting we dismissed the pack, I made my way upstairs to my room where I lay down staring at my ceiling. I couldn't help but go back to the park where I had met my mate, she was wearing a black tight short with a black tank top, she had a harness for her knives and guns which hugged her toned thighs perfectly. I wanted her here but she was a sworn enemy of ours. How do I introduce a hunter to the pack and trust that she won't kill them off? I spent the rest of the night thinking about scenarios on how I can meet her again until I was pulled into a dark sleep.

The remnants of her mother’s and father’s lives beckoned her from the attic, like sirens calling her to uncover the secrets hidden within their old belongings. With a deep breath, Aqua climbed the creaking stairs to the attic. Dust motes danced in the beams of sunlight streaming through the small window, and the air was thick with the scent of aged paper and wood. She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation.

BOOK 2: THE HEART OF THE HAUNTER We’ll keep on coming till we get it right This place, we’ve seen it a million times I won’t forget you Can’t remember me without you But I can’t call you mine. —Daughtry, Call You Mine * *

Teaching Emma to walk into dreams wasn’t one of Daniel’s better ideas because now she did it with ease. He watched as she snapped her fingers and the door appeared. Daniel regretted that he had made sure she could put up one hell of a fight in dreams. He hid behind some trees and began to fire off spells at her. Emma blocked each one and landed a few good hits. Even today he still has the scars to remember that night. He had taught her how to protect herself in dreams just in case one of the many demons that wanted to make a name for themselves might