Mythical Object Mga Nobela at Kwento

I watched as he detached a piece of the wall to reveal a safe. “Really?” I raised a brow. “I have to be careful.” He punched in a long code. “It was in the dungeon when Sophia found it.” He pulled out a thick golden crown with eight sharp tips around it. I stepped back. Ezra held one of the most sought-after objects in the world! It had the moon goddess’s magic crafted in it. I knew he had it but seeing it was different. Just standing near it I felt the immense power radiating off it. I noticed symbols engraved on it. It looked like an ancient language.

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.

She seemed completely unaware of his eyes on her and muttered to herself, “Once I’ve made it big, I’m definitely buying this Bone Phoenix.” She was pointing at a semi-transparent spherical object. Inside, silver liquid flowed, and within it lay a curled mass of soft bone. It was a specialty of the Aesir tribe. In the eyes of the Aesir gods, its status was comparable to that of our Golden-Winged Dragon. Though I felt thoroughly disgusted after looking at it, once I saw the price tag and purchase rank, I understood Xiya’s desire.

“No.” Damon looked between them. “What veil?” Mira swallowed once before answering. “Ancient supernatural energy sealed away long before modern packs or covens existed.” Lucien’s expression hardened. “Power capable of destroying territories.” “Or controlling them,” Malvora added calmly. Rylan looked frustrated already. “Why does every ancient magical object exist solely to ruin our lives?” Nobody answered because nobody had a good answer. I folded my arms. “And they think I can unlock this power?”

Artifacts. Not trinkets of courtly luxury—these were old things, humming with power, their surfaces alive with sigils that glowed faintly like embers refusing to die. One was a shard of obsidian, polished to mirror-black, veins of red light pulsing through it. Another, a dagger with no hilt, only molten metal that reshaped itself as he touched it. A vial of silver liquid—thicker than water, thinner than mercury—swirled as if aware of their presence. But what made her stomach twist was the last object.

I nodded, my heart pounding with curiosity and anxiety. I asked the first thing that came into my mind, "Tell me the full story of the journal." He thought of something then nodded. He clasped his hands on his table and leaned forward to me, then started, "Long ago, when this realm was young and supernatural creatures were just starting to appear, there was a powerful artifact called the journal of Lythian. It was said to hold ancient secrets and knowledge that could give its owner incredible power. Legends told of its ability to control nature, manipulate time, and even summon beings from other worlds and realms.

It pulsed with a mesmerizing brilliance, casting ethereal light across the chamber. Alex's voice broke the silence, his tone filled with awe. "Sophia, look at it. This must be what we've been searching for." I approached the pedestal cautiously, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The orb seemed to beckon me, its radiant glow whispering promises of untold knowledge. "What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The figure from before materialized once more, their voice filled with ancient wisdom. "This, my dear seekers, is the Key of Origins. It holds the power to unlock the truth of creation, the birth of all supernatural beings."

He handed her a thick sheet of paper, ad she stared at it. “The first lot today is the Lirael's Golden Torc.” She pointed to the second neckpiece close to the podium as she walked up to it. “The Golden Torc of Lirael is a legendary artifact from the mythical kingdom of Lirael, said to have been created by the ancient sorcerer-king, Aranthor, over a thousand years ago. Crafted from enchanted gold and adorned with gemstones, it is said to possess the power to bind the wearer’s soul to the land itself, granting immortality and control over natural elements.”

Kirou had other things to focus on presently instead of paying attention to the people talking on the world chat or looking at the treasure chest that just appeared in his inventory. After a grueling twenty minutes of constant work in harvesting materials from the huge corpse, the body of the psychedelic jellyfish king finally turned into a mass of light. On the water surface, Kirou noticed that there was a black object floating on the surface of the water that was left behind by the corpse. Kirou could tell from that that the item in question must be something important. Though reluctant, Kirou dove into the water and swam over to retrieve the object. The moment he placed his hands on it, h

It’s as if I don’t want to wake up from the dream I can make use of as an escape against the cruelty of the human world. But of course, the fact that this place is also dangerous for a mere human like me brings height to my fears. Especially since I just received a death threat from one of the most powerful here in Olympus. Speaking of powers, Professor Damaris told me that there is Seven Caste of Powers here in the Olympus, wherein people were ranked based on the level and contribution of their powers to the Olympus.