Remnant Chronicles Novels & Stories

But the leader wasn't done; he had more to say, and it hit them right in the middle of their fight. The leader then said, "This is not the first time you have faced this truth." You did what the prophecy said and kept the bloodlines safe. It was all part of a bigger battle. A war that has lasted for hundreds of years. "You've been part of a game that is much bigger than you think." Diego's chest hurt. "War?" he asked. "What do you mean?"

So was she but her loyalty lies with Dar because she was married to one of the rulers. “Almost?” I asked her. “Yes we still have one more task to do. Your curse has been broken and Arius own also has, the empire is slowly flourishing and getting itself back. It has been just three months but the repairs are almost done. Northshorians certainly do not let anything keep them down for long.” I winced at her words. “We prefer Northerners.” I answered as she smiled. “But I still don’t understand. Everything is done, why almost?”

She rocks slowly back and forth whilst working on her crochet. "Two heirs there will be. One of light and one of dark. One to tear the world asunder and the other to bring the pieces back together. The seeker must seek but be aware that all is not as it seems." her voice cries out, the ring of truth echoing through it.

“ Right listen up, your body will be different from when you left it. You won’t have all of your runes on show, they will draw too much unwanted attention - especially your face ones. The ones on your neck and below will remain. As you know, your memories About the four handsome chaps will be removed, but what they taught you will remain. You will know Things, you just won’t Know how you know. Your guardians will be there waiting for you, apart from Fluff who will be at the back at the palace. You ready?“ the Crone said Something suddenly occurred to her “Hang on you said You would Remove my memories, not destroy them. Where are you putting them?” Jamie asked urgently. The crone smiled and

The chamber was decked with old symbols and relics, implying a link to strong witches who had long been associated with the rogue werewolves. As Luna and her allies dug further into the chamber's mysteries, they came across an ancient journal—a relic from a bygone period. Its pages exposed the rogue conspiracy's actual beginnings. Centuries ago, Morgana's ancestors headed a coven of witches in their attempt to conquer control of the magical realm. Their experiments with memory alteration and the development of the serum caused turmoil and agony, eventually leading to their demise. Morgana, on the other hand, had rekindled their wicked objective, motivated by a passion for power and vengeance

I keep my voice low, uncertain if he’s in any physical pain. “Give me a minute. The distance makes it difficult to understand.” He manages to explain. “Try rambling what you hear.” To my surprise, he nods as he covers his ears. “Operation underground. Cole must return. Alpha Black. Crimson Dawn.” “Alpha Andre Redmen?” I nearly whisper as I realize exactly who I’m talking to, unable to grasp the idea that someone in his family has not completely abandoned him as everyone believes. “Alpha Andre Redmen, can you hear me?” I speak loud enough for him to hear.

The force resisted, its chaotic energy surging in defiance, but Emma held firm. With a final, piercing scream, the manifestation dissolved into mist, its energy dissipating into the air. The clearing grew silent, the oppressive weight lifting as the balance settled once more. Emma staggered, her knees buckling as exhaustion washed over her. Callan steadied her, their glowing presence a comforting anchor. “It’s done,” Callan said softly. “The remnant has been neutralized.” Jamie collapsed onto a rock, breathing heavily. “Please tell me that was the last surprise for today.”

Darkness swallowed everything except the faint blue-white glow of the thing’s body and the golden haze pouring off Kael’s aura. Then the Remnant opened its mouth. There were no teeth. No tongue. Just a spiraling void that pulled air into it like a slow inhale. The wards cracked overhead. Lira cursed and thrust her hands forward. Sigils flared to life in front of her, slamming into a barrier that wavered like stretched glass and then shattered. The Remnant didn’t even flinch. Kael didn’t wait. He lunged. His blade met the Remnant’s arm with a sound like metal striking wet stone. The creature rippled, the hit landing, but distorting, warping, refusing to break.

"Built during the first century after the Collapse. The Council sealed it off when they consolidated power, but the resistance kept it operational." People moved through the shadows—dozens of them, dressed in simple clothing that bore little resemblance to the clinical uniforms of the medical staff. When they saw us, a ripple of whispers spread through the crowd. "It's them." "The Prince and his chosen." "They've finally broken free." An older woman approached, her weathered face marked with intricate tattoos that seemed to shift in the low light. "Welcome to the Remnant," she said, her voice carrying the weight of authority. "I'm Sera, Keeper of Stories."

Attached to the locket was a note, handwritten in elegant script. The debt remains unpaid. The bloodline will end. No security can protect you forever. The Remnant had made their move. And they were telling us, in the most personal way possible, that the game was far from over.