Relic Novels & Stories

Like moonlight caught in crystal. Charles followed my gaze. “That’s the Moon Relic,” he said quietly. “It’s older than the pack itself.” “What does it do?” I asked. “No one really knows. But the elders say it was a gift from the Moon Goddess herself. It’s meant to protect the Luna—guide her when the path is unclear.” He smiled faintly. “Some believe it listens. Others say it remembers.” A strange warmth spread through my chest as I looked at it, as if it were aware of me too. I forced myself to turn away.

I asked, and Elinor looked at the scroll she held. "There is a map outlined here that would guide you to where it is," she said, and looked at us, "but I must warn you. That relic is an ancient one, guarded and guided by Ancient spirits." " Ancient spirits?" I repeated, and she nodded. Things had turned real spooky, real fast, and I wasn't even sure a cup of coffee could solve this one. "What makes you think they'd let us take the relic peacefully?" I asked. "Because at the end of the day, we all have a common goal. We all want to put an end to Damien."

Lavinia nearly jumped when a ghost dropped in front of her. She reached her but was unable to. “Willow!” Lavinia called as Willow reached her neck like she was being suffocated. “What’s going on? How can I help?” She knelt on the floor. Willow reached her neck to where her necklace was. She took it out and somehow, it was glowing. “The~~” She chokes. “The Relic~of Deaths.” “This?” Lavinia opened the shell as Willow collapsed on the ground but she somehow could breathe.

I paused, dragging in a deep breath, and let it out slowly, before continuing, “To the sons, but more so…to the secrets they left behind.” I looked at the headmaster, who was clenching the stem of his cup too tightly, and his knuckles were already turning white. He stood and forced a smile. He clapped slowly, and others followed. From behind me, I heard a voice, not familiar, low and sinister, just like the one I heard in the mirror. “The relic only flares for direct blood. Or blood traitors.”

“To stand there and agree while he claims you as his Luna.” “I am not his,” I said immediately. “Then why agree?” he shot back. I stepped closer this time. “Because I need to get inside Midnight Bloom,” I said, my voice dropping. “There is something there.” He stilled. “What do you mean?” he asked. I hesitated for a second. Then I exhaled slowly. “There is a relic,” I said quietly. “An ancient one. It awakens during unrest. If the stories are true, it can shift the balance of power between packs.”

“As you instructed, my lord… the Horn of Sevrin. Unblemished. Bound in celestial blood.” He held out the relic, an artifact humming with sacred energy. Nihareth smiled, his darkened arm twitching with pleasure beneath his sleeve. The void whispered, pleased. “Place it in the flame,” Nihareth ordered, voice like silk wrapped around a blade. The god hesitated. “But… it will destroy its sanctity.” “Exactly.” His smile widened. “It will be reborn. Like you. Like me.” Another stepped forward—this one with six eyes and hands carved of marble. “The Crown of Irith. It still sings prayers when you hold it.”

Before Kael could answer, the silver pendant around his neck suddenly blazed with light. Not blue. Not red. Gold. Everyone instinctively shielded their eyes. "What is happening?" Liana asked. Kael stared at the pendant. "I've never seen it react like this." The glowing crystal lifted itself into the air. A narrow beam of golden light shot toward the abandoned church. It passed through the broken doorway and disappeared into the darkness inside. Commander Rylan frowned. "The relic is guiding you." Kael slowly looked toward the ruined church. "The Celestial Heart..."

In his gloved right hand, he held the missing relic. I lowered the pistol slightly. “How did you get inside?” “The front door.” “The system did not announce you.” “The system is dead.” “You left.” “I came back.” “Why?” He glanced at the object in his hand. “Because this started whispering my name.” The relic was a broken piece of dark blue stone my father had recovered from the caves beneath the cliffs. Archaeologists had argued about its age until I stopped paying them. Blue lines now pulsed through it like veins.

Jet black feathers adorned him and they all shimmered gallantly under the sun, making Hanji feel lucky and proud of Rai. Patting his neck, he quickly sat on it's back, ignoring the sharp pain he felt on his pelvis. "Let's go Rai. Let's go find Grandfather's apprentice." ❇❇❇ The red ruby was flaring. It was glowing brightly in his pockets and was emitting heat that almost burnt his right hand when he attempted to touch it. It was a charm given by his magician friend that lives in the Pacific. It warns the holder from malicious intent and desires. This ruby had saved him from a couple of scammers and troubles, but it never was this coruscant before. It would only glow a bit, like a pulse of re

"But he will find it, with you or without you." The White Alpha's expression darkened. "I thought I trusted you, Liv. But it seems these twin wolves have gotten to you—and to Cade. I'm sending the remaining one away." "No!" Liv cried, her voice breaking. “The Herringbone Relic is never leaving this mountain,” the Alpha said. “It’s buried where water can’t reach, where fire can’t touch, where even you can’t find it, little girl. Cade wants to chase ghosts? Fine.