Relic Blade Darktide Novels & Stories

The sword felt cold, even through the minion’s thick, clawed hands. Its blade shimmered with a subtle red hue mirroring Lucifer’s intent. The dark aura surrounding it whispered death. One of Lucian's trusted minions stared into its cruel shimmer, something unexpected flickered in his eyes, a memory.

Lucas stood with his head lowered, as if he couldn't even bring himself to meet my eyes. Slowly, he took a small box from inside his coat and held it out toward me. His voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. "Wilma, I want to return this to you." I opened the box and saw the familiar star-shaped pendant. It was the same one I had broken and tossed aside in the car. It had been fully repaired. The delicate star glinted faintly under the light.

“You defied me in the Mirrorlands. Now you’ll watch him die.” I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t blink. But I could burn. The Blade of Veyra reappeared in my hand like it had been waiting. It pulsed with fury—mine and the moon’s. I charged. Necros raised the relic. It glowed—flooding the temple with a blinding light. But I didn’t stop. His magic hit me like a tidal wave. It should have crushed me. Should have ripped my mind apart. Instead—something awoke.

“Let’s say we believe you. What proof do you offer?” Elias stepped forward and pulled a cloth-wrapped object from his satchel. It was the blade. The same one Celeste had plunged into the Moon Seal. Now dull and cracked, but still seeping with dark energy. When Elias unwrapped it, a low growl rippled through the assembled wolves. The air thickened. The trees trembled. “That blade was given to one of our own by the void spirit sealed beneath the sanctuary,” Elias said. “It is a relic of the Forgotten War. You remember that name, don’t you?”

He looked back down at me as I approached the wooden chair. You think your pack can save you, Richard shouted over the noise of the battle. You are too late! He suddenly let go of my dad’s hair, dropped the silver knife onto the ice, and grabbed the giant black relic on the pedestal. The moment his hands touched the stone, the smoky black veins flared with a blinding purple light. Richard let out a loud laugh, scooped up the relic, and turned around, running toward the dark corridors beneath the rink to escape with his prize.

"If you want to survive the night, stop fighting the Key. The Well will only kill you faster. If the Syndicate comes, I want you to burn them all to ash." He exits without looking back, the magnetic seal hissing shut behind him. I collapse against the side of the crib, my hands shaking so hard I have to grip the railing to stay upright. The wood groans under my touch. I look down at my palms. A faint, ghostly silver light is already beginning to leak back through my pores. The suppression is over. The Five-Second Fade has reached its limit. I reach into the bedpost and pull the Phantom Blade free. The titanium needle is cold, but as soon as my fingers touch it, the metal begins to hum, the s

DARK SIXTY EIGHT: RECALLING THE HISTORY Third person's POV: "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

They had the shape of warriors clad in armor forged from darkness itself, their weapons glowing with malevolent energy. Myrra took a sharp breath. “These aren’t just remnants. They’re something worse.” Elior’s Veliblade flared to life. “Then we fight.” Rael raised his sword. The crimson veins along its length pulsed as if sensing the battle ahead. But this time, he was more aware of the hunger within the blade. He had to control it—he had to be sure it wasn’t controlling him.

The black cloud meandered towards her encircling her and raising her, she hung in the mid-air while Hayley stood her ground. “Hayley run.” Valarie said as the darkness pulled her closer to itself. She thought they would be a magical explosion that would approve that she had bonded with the darkness. The darkness consumed her and she screamed, her voice dispersed through the whole of the infernal region waking the dead while Hayley stood agape watching the relic strike the floors of the island. “I will spare your life because you saved him.” The darkness said before Hayley could utter a word. She turned when she heard whooshing, Edmond reappeared back on the land, he smirked as he walked past

if he was the 'Devil on earth', 'The dark blade of Linya', 'The leader of the shadow army' then she was the master of those disciples who was blooming within her guidelines and will attain the world in the future. They were different, so different, yet bound by fate. Will the flame vanish before it can even bloom?