Remnant Chronicles Novels & Stories

But enough. Reaching through the connection. Watching me from both sides. “You feel it,” it said. The voice wasn’t like the other one. Not calm. Not measured. This one was… fractured. Unstable. Like it was breaking even as it spoke. “What are you?” I demanded, my voice barely steady. A pause. Then— “A remnant.” The word sent a chill through me. “Of what?” “Of what was lost.” The threads around us flickered violently. Because even here—

His eyes shone crimson in the dim light. “I was wondering when the tribe would remember its own history.” I was now on my guard, “Who are you?” He smirked, “You may call me what your ancestors did.” Then, he finally stepped fully into the glow. “The Remnant.” Jessica and I were ready for a battle, but he only said, “Beware! If Sheila regains her memories, she will have to be sacrificed to restart the seal!”

"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."

"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.

> “I call you by the name you buried when you chose silence. The name you refused because it meant you’d have to feel.” He took a breath. > “I call you Remnants.” And in the breath that followed— The sky wept flame. The gods trembled. The Hollow Crown opened. And far beneath it all, deeper than memory, older than time... Something that even the gods had forgotten took its first breath.

--- A Forgotten Path The journey began at dusk. Lena, Cassian, Mira, Dorian, and Idris rode out under the dying light, cloaks pulled tight against the chill. They rode toward the Forgotten Path—a place that had once been swallowed by the Rift now left untouched in the wake of its collapse. It was the only place the Remnant could have hidden. The only place left to search. Mira rode beside Lena, her expression unreadable. “So. We’re going straight into the place where reality is already broken.”

Buy time for the Old Ones to prepare whatever defenses they had. His power was fading. Every second in void-form burned through reserves he didn't know how to replenish. "YOU DELAY THE INEVITABLE." The Remnant commander's voice thundered through the void. "WE WILL DESTROY THE OLD ONES. WE WILL DESTROY YOUR WORLD. YOUR SACRIFICE MEANS NOTHING." "Maybe," Jack admitted, car that someone tried. And so will they." He gestured toward the Atlantic below—toward the ancient beings watching from their crystalline city.

“What are these things?” Jorah cut another down, golden eyes burning. “Not wolves. Not anymore.” Dani twisted around an attacker, driving her dagger straight into its throat. “Well, they still bleed.” Caelum barely moved, his silver gaze tracking the fight. “They are remnants.” Lyla’s breath hitched. Remnants. The ones who had been too weak to become Elders. The ones the Elders had experimented on. Twisted. Changed. Left behind. They weren’t just fighting survivors.