Remnant Chronicles Novels & Stories

She had been waiting for this. We collided in midair—fangs and claws, fury and speed. The Remnant fought like a nightmare. But I didn’t back down. I couldn’t. Every blow reminded me who I was. Every scar was a page in my story. I howled, the sound shaking the sky. And when the Remnant lunged for my throat—I twisted and drove my claws into its chest, straight through the old wound that hadn’t healed. The beast fell. And I stood over it—bloodied, panting—but unbroken.

"They’ve lost the Conduit, so they can’t broadcast a global command. But they’re still using the 'Resonant Wells' beneath the major cities. They’re operating like a sleeper-cell insurgency now. They’re calling themselves The Silent Remnant." The Remnant didn't want to rule the world anymore; they wanted to break it. Their goal was to trigger a "Cascade Failure" of the thinning boundaries, hoping that the resulting chaos would force humanity to beg for the return of the "Hush." For Xander and the Vanguard, the month was spent in a constant state of "Reality Policing." They were no longer hunters; they were anchors. Everywhere they went, their presence acted as a stabilizing force, their "Alph

Elin Crosses the Threshold At twilight, Elin stood at the Spiral’s outermost ring the once hallowed boundary. She crossed it. With her came dozens of her followers, dressed not in Hollow black or Spiral gold, but in new robes dyed the gray of ash and first soil. They called themselves Remnants. “We are not here to fight,” Elin said, her voice carrying through the Grove. “We are here to witness. To stand where the end meets the origin.” She bowed to me. “I no longer claim the Grove. But I claim my place in what becomes of it.” I didn’t know if that was a surrender or a threat.

Tumango naman siya at niligpit na ang kanyang gamit. Malapit nang mag alas-otso noong matapos kami sa pag-aaral. Ganitong oras ako palagi natatapos tuwing lunes hanggang miyerkules. At dahil maaga kaming natapos, maaga na rin akong uuwi.

It wasn't his choice, but in order to rescue his brother, he had no choice but to turn him into one of them, and the little lad had no choice after Camellana saved his life from another illness and a rat infestation that threatened to wipe out the whole population of the Redberg Village. Since then, Dawar and Cronos have embarked on their own mission to recruit new members for their hidden organization. Cornelius also requested that Camellana transform into a Cronos-like creature. Yes, they never get old; they are strong, fast, and powerful, yet they can be slain by old witches' spells, and yet this did not discourage them from carrying out their mission as instructed by the old witches.

What kind of question is that? "Yes, that...but that's not the main reason." He told me that was the reason he got my attention. "Elijah is planning to gather all the relics to summon the sacred weapon and kill the dark lord before the summer solstice." He told me and my eyes widened. "In his plan, it's too clear that he's aiming for you, no one else." I seemed to be weakened by what I found out. Elijah said that we will make our destiny. Is this what he meant? To find the relics and kill the king of darkness within a year? Can all that be done in one year?

And then came the footsteps. A thousand at first. Then ten thousand. Then more. They did not breathe. They did not bleed. They did not hope. These were not soldiers. Not truly. They were remnants. Revenants. A tide of bone-bound warriors, raised not from life but from oath and grief, stitched together by threads of dust and ancient, defiant magic. Their forms were sculpted from the broken earth and the memories of those history had erased. In their hollow chests echoed the names of queens cast down too soon, of children whose prayers went unanswered, of revolutions quelled before they bloomed.

Andrea clutched her hand, whining, "Ow! This bracelet is way too clunky. It bashed my hand." Her smug glance at me spoke volumes. The burn on my hand from the wax still throbbed, but I ignored it, slipping out as they swarmed around her in a frenzy of concern.

"He's nothing but bones now, he can't touch me. However, you, you're the one I need to protect!" …… Jim yanked the bone arrow out of his chest and strode back to the battlefront. Every city camera was live-streaming the chaos, but aside from the wind's constant hum, there was a haunting silence. It was as if the world had hit the pause button. My mom stopped her tears, eyes glued to the screen. She watched as dark clouds swirled with Haunts, their rage shredding every creature in their path. Telephone poles were ripped from the ground, their sparks setting fire to dumpsters.

It was a lot to take in. “So what you’re saying is a millennia old group called The Others, wants to open a permanent portal between here and The Otherside. Using an amulet to open Pandora’s Box, releasing the creature with the power to do so. And you, and two others dubbed ‘The Keepers’ are trying to stop it all from happening?” He said.