Relic Novels & Stories

he said as he glared at me. Tala ported them away and I looked around the quiet house. I walked to Kiran’s study and I was drawn to the wooden chest in the corner behind his desk. I looked at the lid and its magic called out to me. “Skera,” I whispered and let my blood drip on Yggdrasil.

The relic was our only shot before I blacked out or the sickness won. We hit the vault door, and Elara worked her magic with the fragment. It slid open easy, too easy maybe, but we didn’t have time to second guess. The room was huge, shelves everywhere full of glowing junk, and there in the middle on a pedestal sat the full relic, crystal pulsing like it was waiting for me, calling to the broken parts inside. My claws itched to come out, the wolf and vamp sides waking up hungry for the power it promised. I stepped forward, heart racing like crazy, the bond flaring with Marcus’s mix of hope and terror.

she pinched the small object inside with her fingers and carefully pulled it out. She placed the leather-bound book on the table and opened it at a random page. The search for the relic was successful! Perhaps the god of war truly is giving me his blessings. The priest told me he saw a vision of me holding the relic in my hands and now it is within my grasp. Now, it is the duty of mine and the kings after me to guard it. “Sounds like the god of war gave the royal family a relic to protect,” Alexander mumbled. “What’s so special about this relic?” Katie replied, read

Arizer states "Well what we didn't know until last night is that there is something that is needed specifically for the vampire ritual. As the vampire body is techincally dead we need this amulet as one of the pieces of the ritual." "Let me guess we don't know where it is?" "Yes and no. We don't no specifically where it is, but we know it is in Brazil. So before we meet the vampire we need to get the amulet." "Why do we have to go get it, Keira isn't exaclty up to much at the minute now is she." "The scroll says that only the one with all the powers can touch the amulet or they will perish." "OK well that is one good reason for me to go.vWhen do we need to set off?"

was the last thing I heard her say before slipping to the back of my mind. Going up the stairs to the bathroom to dress for bed, after finishing in the bathroom by candlelight I dressed in an old wore out t-shirt that fell mild thigh and a black bra and panties. Pulling my long light brown curly hair up in a high bun on top of my head making it look like a pineapple. With the moonlight shining in the window, my skin glowed like a honey color making my green eye and large tattoos look different, and out of place due to the fact that I'm five seven. Taking a looking at myself in the mirror thinking how I have changed physically and mentally, before crawling into bed saying to myself in a whisp

"Satake Crow is who you have always been regardless of what new revelations come. I have also chosen to run from things about myself. It's why I chose to lie to you about my identity the moment we met. You see, I am perceived more as a friend than an instant fiend if no one knows I am related to the Candice Blossom AKA the wolf poacher. At first, I thought it was because I wanted to disassociate myself with the evil that Candice committed but that was a lie I was content telling myself. The truth was I wanted to completely cut myself from my family's legacy. My family has done horrible things to stay at the top of the magic hierarchy. I was afraid soon that legacy would catch up with me and

“But if we don’t reach him soon…” “He won’t be Lucian anymore.” A long silence. Then Cassian spoke. “Open it.” Ravik growled. “We don’t even know what lies beyond” Serena rose. “War.” And with that, she drew the relic found in the ruins the Harbinger Sigil, forged of moonsteel and bone. It hummed like a living star, drinking the darkness around it. The obsidian plates reacted instantly. CRACK. A fissure. Another.

“Protect her, Cassia. I’ll get the fragment.” Cassia’s fire surges, her voice fierce. “We’re with you, Aelys!” Renn’s relics glow, his smile a vow, and Maddox nods, shadows coiling, his hope crumbling. Lirien’s tablet glows, her voice urgent. “The sanctum’s ritual can save Lena, Aelys—but only with the full counter-relic.” The rifts roar, the city collapsing, and Seris’s voice echoes—The relic’s ours!—as Kael’s void surges.

“The second is through relics. Objects touched by your former self, or tied to the power you once wielded, may call memories forward.” Her gaze drifted to the old book resting in Zoe’s lap. “The Book of Life is one such relic.” Then a third finger. “The final way is through ritual.” Zoe leaned forward slightly. “What kind of ritual?” The priestess’s expression darkened. “A dangerous one,” Zack spoke for the first time since sitting down. “How dangerous?”

“What kind of ‘something’?” The rogue leader—who had yet to offer a name—hesitated, her gaze flickering to the cracked floorboards as if the weight of her words could break them. “A relic,” she finally said. “One tied to the old gods. It’s called the Veilstone. Legends say it has the power to tear the fabric between realms, to let things through that should never exist here.”