Remnant Book Novels & Stories

She touched his forehead, and the silver lines on his skin faded, his eyes returning to a normal, tear-filled blue. “He is a Remnant,” Elara said, turning to Ellie and Roman. “A scrap of soul caught in the wake of the Magister’s fall. But he is a warning. The void didn't close when the sky did. It just found a new way to breathe.” “What do you mean?” Roman asked, pushing himself to his feet and immediately moving to Ellie’s side, his eyes scanning her for injury.

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

After collecting them, I found one last room in the building. The books were completely destroyed, pages burnt to the point where the words are unreadable, and the leather-bound titles melted into unrecognisable words. One book, however, I found hidden away in a cubby within a desk. Untouched by the fire that turned the rest to ash, I run my fingertips across the words on the cover. "The Great Demise: The Fall of the Moon Goddess"

Sushi didn't mention if there was a way to free the king of darkness. "There is," answered Elijah. "The body of the king of darkness is chained and he cannot move or breathe. But those chains have six sacred locks. Those locks can be opened by the relics. The relics are deliberately planted in others' another part of Wysteria." "Do you know where they are?" I have a feeling that we need to get those relics, because there is a high possibility that the enemies will take them so that the king of darkness can escape from the underground prison. Elijah shook his head. "No one knows where they are. The only clue is written in a book. I've read that but it doesn't seem to make sense because it's n

"Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!" So his curse really did come true. I shut my eyes, too drained to feel anything but a hollow calm. And then, something wrenched me upward. The world blurred past, wind screaming in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the place I both knew and dreaded: home. It was December 29th. The manor was strung with gold tinsel and paper snowflakes—every corner bright with seasonal cheer. But I felt no warmth. The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

The Lady of Blades pressed her palm against the center, channelling a pulse of magic that made the bracelet on Rex's wrist resonate in response. The door swung open silently, revealing a vast circular chamber lined with towering shelves. Books, scrolls, and artifacts filled every available space, some sealed in protective casings, others openly displayed. At the center of the room stood a pedestal, upon which rested a crystal identical to the one from the council chamber, only larger and more intricately crafted. "The Heart of Memory," the Lady of Blades said, approaching the crystal reverently. "Said to contain the collective knowledge of all who have fought against the darkness since the i

"Are you okay? Can you hear me?" June coughed. A small cloud of mist left her lungs. Her eyes were finally seeing clearly. She looked at her hands. The skin was perfect. The burns from the gravity engine were completely gone. She looked at the man in the silver robes. "You called yourselves the Remnant " June said. Her voice was becoming stronger. "My father’s books said a group refused to leave the caves when the first Great War started. The books said you all died in the floods."

The voice replied, its tone gentle yet profound, "I am a Remnant, a vestige of the universe's first thoughts, its initial dreams. I've awakened with the alignment, sensing the unity you all have forged." Draken, suspicion evident in his stance, asked, "Why now? Why show yourself at this pivotal moment?" The Remnant's voice held a hint of sadness. "The universe is cyclical, always evolving, always returning. With the alignment, old pathways reopen, and ancient memories stir. I am here as both a witness and a guide." Alec, ever the diplomat, inquired, "A guide to what? What path lies ahead?" The Remnant responded, "A path is forgotten, where realms were not distinct but interconnected, where b

A presence stirred on it. A being with no face, only a hollow where a mouth should be. But when it moved, it spoke directly to her thoughts. “You were not meant to return here, Seedbearer.” Emily fell to her knees. “Who—what are you?” she managed to whisper. “I am the Remnant. That which was left behind when the Tree fell… when the Sky fled… when Varethkaal was first named.” She remembered that name. Varethkaal. The hunger given shape. The godling of void. The fracture beneath the fracture.