Remnant Book Novels & Stories

While walking she told me, “I heard you ask Vandross why your book is called relic right? “Your book is possessed by our Ancestors and passed by or sometimes stolen. Relics in Zennery are not just books. There are many kinds of Relics. The Battle Relics which consist of swords, armor and shield. The Enchantment Relics the same as your book where spells are written and the Special Relics this was said to be unknown. I wonder were you get that notebook.” “I really don’t know but all I know is that this notebook was with me the moment I was born.” Miss Minerva was still curious about me and asked what is the name of the book. and I told her it was “Demonic Relic” the moment I told her the name

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

The girl, who prided and found pleasure in coning sugar daddies with her late boyfriend. The fifteenth law of power…All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely, if one amber is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation. The enemy will recover and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.

So he asked Chastine to look out for the setup, while he asked Juste that they have a one on one talk in somewhere more private, out of Chastine’s earshot: on the balcony outside next to the laboratory, facing a great view of the mountains. “Do tell me, Juste.” was Maxill’s opening remark to break Juste’s cold and distant mood. Juste was finding it so hard to come up with the words to describe what happened. But he still managed to explain to Maxill about their predicament. The sinewy fellhound heaved out a heavy sigh, looked towards the horizon, and said, “…book was burned… Everything was burned… Scion did it.” “You mean every bush?!” “…he seems to know what was inside the book, every detai

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

“Alright sounds good, guess I could use a night out and a reason to buy a new nice dress.” “I love you Jade. I’ll see you tomorrow! Dress shopping!” “Love you too Remi.” Authors Note--Sorry for the late updates as my father has been on life support for over a month now due to COVID-19. For updates on Alpha Wyatt chapters look up my i*******m account blood_moon_luna

Before that man woke up. She looked in every corner of Third. But it doesn't. She also opened the rooms she could see. But it still doesn't exist. Until she passed a room with laughing men. There seems to be a contest. She peeked. When her eyes widened when she saw Third. Its body is emaciated.

Before they could think or comprehend anything, the fire shone in the eyes of both Brothers, the real Fire. Someone who was secretly watching the plot, which she had written and edited, smirked devilishly and said, "Finally, Now the New Chapter of Your Life Begins, Mr. George Hemsworth." Her long, red-painted nails shone brightly in the moonlight, trampling over the hand of her victim. Her all-black attire, i.e., a black hoody, covered her properly.

I woke up with a gasp, my hand instantly flying to the heavy Crimson Gibcasite pendant resting against my collarbone. It wasn't the bitter winter wind that had startled me awake. It was the strange air. The draft coming through the floorboards suddenly felt dense and dry, carrying a faint scent of sulfur and the sharp bite of static electricity. The atmosphere felt exactly like the moments before a violent storm hits. Outside, the quiet village was suddenly alive with hushed, hurried movements. I dragged myself toward the small wooden windowpane, pulling the rough curtain back just an inch. Through the thick midnight mist, I saw a massive, heavily armored carriage pulled by four giant, dark-

"What is that thing?" I whispered, "A Remnant." Cassian swore under his breath. "Those are myths." "Not anymore." The Remnant turned its faceless gaze toward me. Its light flickered like dying stars. "Your blood hums with the same fire that made the moons. You would rebuild the world. But the gods you defied—they are returning." "I don’t need gods," I said. "I’ll make my own." A tremor passed through the valley, sharp enough to crack what little remained of the Citadel. The Remnant’s wings unfolded, their span blocking the horizon. Each feather shimmered with fragments of memory—wars, births, deaths.