Relic Novels & Stories

The walls were still slick with a dormant, black residue—the leftover ink of the Void Protocol. "The signal is coming from the old Mainland sub-station," Aris’s voice whispered in her ear, barely audible over the dripping of condensation. "Jade, be careful. These people aren't just zealots. They’re 'Relic-Hunters.' They’ve salvaged Julian’s discarded hardware." The Altar of Static

CARA “Thank God it's not broken. The drug will make you feel relieved a little. Try as much as possible not to do anything strenuous with the hand. The gel will also help relieve the pain. If you feel any discomfort let me know.” “Thank you very much, sir.” “Please call me Dr Grendel.” “Ok. Dr Grendel, how much does all these cost?” “Liam has paid for it. Mr regards to him. He sent me a text saying he was in a meeting.”

I asked him because I was still confused by what was happening. "That was the relic." His straight answer made my forehead furrow even more. "The relic to exit the dream dimension. You accidentally fell into the mirror of dreams where you cannot escape if you have darkness within you. That was only a relic to escape and not the relic you need to summon the weapon." He answered me and I don't know how I feel. I felt I was tricked. I seem to get angry and cry for no reason this time.

Something inside my chest lurched when my gaze became glued to it. "This is it, the relic," I said simply, stating the obvious as most of my thoughts disintegrated in the relic's presence. "It seems true to their name, they held possession of the water relic. Fascinating." I faintly heard Morax reply, but my mind was still distracted. The warm glow of the crystal brought me back to that odd abyss from when I was recovering from my wounds. The name Sina danced around loudly inside my head. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. I still had yet to remove the relic fr

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, the only betrayal of the storm building within him. “Subject: Deceased. Adrium: Not detected.” The lead drone emitted a short, shrill beep, and the others responded with a synchronized retreat, lifting upward like vultures denied a feast. In seconds, they were gone, vanishing into the smog above the ruins. Tunde exhaled slowly. His eyes flicked to the crate. The shard glowed faintly in the shadows like a heart still beating.

Ezekiel, who’d been staring into the middle distance, suddenly bursts out, his voice a ragged thing, “She’s the relic?!” Master nods once, as if confirming something obvious. “The relic was never an object.” A slow wash of realization hits me, absurd. The relic we’ve chased, the thing we’re meant to retrieve or destroy, was never metal or stone. It was a person. My mouth goes dry. “I want her dead.” Master’s tone drops, and the words slice through the balcony air like a blade. The hunger behind them is raw and immediate; it prickles down my spine. “Do you mind?” he asks Ezekiel with an almost casu

“So I’m to be the Church’s secret, not its threat.” “Not if you move first.” She looked at him sharply. “What do you mean?” He lowered his voice. “The Inquisition brought a reliquary, an artifact that detects divine energy. It’s kept in the chapel vault, sealed under sigil lock. If you can influence it, even slightly, you can alter what it reads.” Her pulse quickened. “You want me to tamper with their relic.” “I want you to survive,” Elias said evenly. “If it registers something harmless, they’ll look elsewhere. But if you wait, Lucien will force you to touch it again in public. You saw what happened today.”

Alvarez asked as the vision died down "Nothing, It's nothing, just a little headache that's all!" I lied, though I felt no pain anymore but what just happened seemed so weird, like I could actually see images of Alvarez and I been kept in a dark room which seems like a dungeon "All right then Alicia, The Ancient Neron is that way!" Alvarez said and then pointed towards an Altar with a triangular shaped glowing relic on it "Wait, Is that?" I asked and smiled as I sighted the green glowing relic that laid a few feets from me and somehow strange, it seemed attracted to me and wanting me to take it for my own use

There was one more thing in the folder. Underneath the three pages with the three names, pressed flat between two pieces of yellowed paper like something kept safe for a very long time, was a small object. A piece of bone, polished smooth, with the same script carved into it that I'd seen on the wall and on the pendant. "What is that," I said. "A relic." Lucian's voice had gone careful again. "Belonging to the third. Selene."