Relic Novels & Stories

she asked. The old man lifted his head to meet her gaze. “The relic is cold, almost lifeless on its own,” he said. “Yet when I brought a preserved salamander flame close to it, the air around it trembled—as if the material itself were reacting to the barbarian heat.” His eyes lingered on the relic with grave fascination. “It was faint, but I heard sparks, like a crackling fire. As though it wishes to awaken,” he continued quietly. “I have never encountered a calcified structure capable of storing such tension.”

He drifted in and out, muttering words that didn’t make sense. But then, his eyes snapped open. And he grabbed my wrist with surprising strength. “They’re moving something,” he rasped. “Your uncle… he’s bringing it through the city. Not weapons. Not men. Something worse.” My breath caught. “What?” His lips curled into a bloodied smile. “A relic. Old. Royal. Tied to your bloodline.” The room went silent. Roman’s gaze locked with mine. “He’s escalating.” I stared down at Kael, my pulse hammering, the storm s

Its distinct red hand shone bright against the sunlight, and its white head peeked through the cleavage in the rock. I struggled to believe what I was seeing. “Is that . . .?” Zane's voice went low and serious as he looked at the key to his freedom. “That's the Ignis Relic. The Axe of Destruction.”

Seraphina intoned: “By blood, by bond, by vow, we align our strengths. Let the Hollow dark tremble before our union.” Malthea bowed her head. “Shadows shall retreat where our light stands.” III. Plans and Relics In the war room afterward, relics were distributed: • Fragment of the Spire’s core—to be stored in Naples, a failsafe to shatter any resurrection attempt. • Ward-cloth imbued with Heart’s echo—implanted in Stockholm’s city archive, a global beacon.

’ the Diplomat challenged the young entrepreneur. ‘Gold and Emeralds are doing well at the international market; they are fetching quiet a fortune. You know the Kalene Hills have shown traces of oil as well,’ she said. ‘Anyway, I have no words, but you know this thing is like cancer, once it attacks, it never stops. You want more and more until only God knows where you end,’ Ima said conceding.

The major question that was rising inside his head was, "Will Ranvijay survive this? Will the underworld survive his anger?" Inside the private jet Arthur removed the bracelet and pendant from Myra. He informed his men to remove the tracker from the bracelet. He was not interested to keep the pendant as it was carrying the memories of his sister's past. "Destroy the pendant." Arthur spoke. "Sir, I think it has a tracker inside also." One of his men spoke. Arthur knitted his brows and thought for a moment. "Remove the tracker and give me the pendant back."

He saw the content of the box was a thumb-sized relic. The relic had a clear look and was as delicate as white jade. There was a hole at the top of the relics. It seemed like it was naturally formed but also looked as if artificially drilled. The hole seemed like the perfect fit to place a rope through it. Its purpose was to hang the Sarira on one’s neck or hand.

“Do not starve for clandestine or tainted perceptions. They are derived from pure violence to provide you eternal solace. Believe in my command and Sacred Times.” Closing his eyes for a brief moment, Tristan finished the verse, explaining why the relics were supposed to be trapped. They are evil and must not come to life. Hizerl is the proof of it. Why should one never try to own them is clear now. “What… are you guys?” Huzefa asked at their smooth quotation, not only in terms of power but by knowledge too. “I doubt you have heard the name Tademono.” Tabit shrugged, doubting they would know.

“Your Majesty, I have nothing great to give you. So think again about giving him this relic of death, this relic is a predestined time that the body was given. Now I give it to you as a blessing for these two children." Relics of death are very rare, few people find them. It is said that this is a gift from the Buddha, but no one who has seen it can only judge through ancient books. Seeing such a stone, the Emperor was a little nervous, and so was the Queen. “Eric, this is too advanced.” “It's okay, the one who needs it the most right now is you. You can take it, I won't charge you."

Her lip were parted and she could feel an unknown feeling swelling inside her. "Shane, did she ever mentioned anything about a relic?" She asked in a nervous manner. "Yeah," Shane replied. He then brought something out of the box. "Mom said to never lose this relic. I'm not sure if it is a relic though." It is a star-shaped rock with an eye engraved in the middle. It is bloody red and just looking at it makes her want to vomit due to the heavy aura it displays. "She's right. No matter what happens, never ever lose that Shane. Never, unless you're free. You hear me?" Her lips were trembling as well