Remnant Chronicles Novels & Stories

Juste also tenderly smiled, but she wasn’t able to see it as her chin was hooked on the back of his shoulder. After an hour or so, Maxill recited to them of the whole stanza of the cure: "Roots of red, drool of flesh, tall as pillar, Stem of brown, crown of thorns, revealed on pyre, Leaves of green, thick of water, at one's behest Petals of white, rise of giants, at peaceful rest Seed of black, depths of earth, one in all." “It’s called the Remedium,” Juste answered Maxill. “It was said to turn a fellhound into an untainted witborn.”

"What do you mean by that, Alpha Robert? The last time you came here, I told you that I didn't want to have anything to do with the Lycan. What is it that you want from them?" Alpha Chris suspected Robert had an ulterior motive and unless he tells him what exactly he was planning, he won't give him any of his wolves. Robert smiled, trying not to look as pissed off as he felt. This you g Alpha doesn't know what's good for him. Well if he wanted to know then he will give him just a hint. After all, they were all greedy wolves. "There is a long tail of Lycans having a gem, a magical gem that enables the owner to be the strongest person on earth."

"We're building something to take its place." Ashiel took her hand. "It's a better legacy than any bloodline," he said. "It's a choice." The Remnant led them onward, towards the dark silhouette of the Black Crags. The final source of the corruption awaited them but for the first time, Liora didn't feel like she was walking towards a doomed, solitary battle. She was part of a growing network of light, a web of stories being woven back together, one memory at a time. The war wasn't over, but they had just recruited an army. An army of rememberers.

“Then what the hell is it?” The figure finally stood tall seven feet of seething ruin. Its form was not stable, shifting as though it fought to keep its shape. Its mouth opened, and when it spoke, the sound came not from its lips but from the very air around them. **“The Cradle shattered. The Gate fell. But you woke me instead.”** Aria’s pulse thundered. “Who are you?” It turned its head toward her slowly, as if amused by the question. **“I am the Remnant. The piece left behind when the gods burned themselves from memory.”**

“When the suns merged, voices came in the wind. They told us to listen, to live as one. But not all believed.” The warmth in Selene’s chest cooled slightly. “Not all?” “There are some,” the woman continued, “who say the merging is a curse. They build walls of old magic to keep the realms apart.” Kaen growled low. Selene’s gaze darkened. “Walls don’t hold back evolution. They only wound it.” The elder nodded. “They call themselves The Remnants. They gather in the south, near the canyon of echoes. They worship the void that once devoured the moon.”

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

He drove the broken obsidian blade into the center of Remnant’s chest—the glowing core where the Archive backup was stored. The explosion was silent. A wave of violet energy rippled outward from the double, washing over the battlefield. The Refurbished warriors didn't die; they simply stopped. They stood like statues, their silver armor turning to dull, rusted iron. Remnant’s face began to pixelate. The perfection faded, revealing a hollow frame of wire and light beneath. "The... the investors... will not be pleased..." Remnant’s voice glitched one last time before his eyes went dark. ---

Terrible. “You bear the seed,” she said. “Yes,” I replied. “Who are you?” “I am Alira. Archon of the Remnants. Last voice of the Ark.” The Remnants. My heart stuttered. The ancient civilization lost in the Purge. Thought extinct. Legends. “We have come for you, Athena Solari.” Callum stepped forward, protective. “She’s not going anywhere.” Alira’s gaze didn’t shift. “We are not your enemies.” “Your ships arriving after a Dominion attack say otherwise,” Elias said flatly.

Elara whispered, feeling the faint blood twist. “Blackthorn line, yes… but her heart is good.” Nyx, overwhelmed by love and acceptance, sobbed. “Thank… you.” But peace was short-lived. The Remnants attacked the hotel that night. Ten warriors burst in, led by a figure with cruel gold eyes. “The girl’s power is ours. Dark rules anew!” Aiden partially shifted, claws and fangs ready, shielding Nyx. Kael went full wolf, a massive shield for his family. Ethan fought with guns and knives.

she whispered. Kael's eyes narrowed. "A relic. From the first war." Something metallic glinted inside the crack a dagger, black as night, its blade veined with glowing runes identical to her mark. Seraphina reached for it, but Kael's hand caught her wrist midair. "Don't." "It's calling me," she said quietly. "That's exactly why you shouldn't touch it." For a second, they just stood there, the blue glow painting their faces. Then the light dimmed, and the ground stilled again.