Novel & Cerita Remnant Chronicles

The dark season was in only three months. She felt a hand over hers and she looked up into sky blue eyes. “Your allies are already journeying to Silverd,” Lady Crystobelle informed. “They are awaiting your arrival. It is time to step into your destiny, Child. Many will come to your aid even from far far away.” The weight of responsibility slid over like armor. Pushing her fears back, Calyx steeled herself with the knowledge and she sat a bit straighter in her chair. “I will leave--"

For the first time, she saw the man not as the wanderer, not as the protector bound by fate—but as someone laying his very soul at her feet. Before she could answer, a horn blared again. Scouts rushed forward, panic etched in their faces. “My lady,” one gasped, dropping to one knee. “It is not over. Thalric has retreated to regroup—but he carries with him something far more dangerous than swords.” Serenya stiffened. “What?” The scout’s face paled. “A relic from the Lost Temple. The kind that bends loyalty and breaks kingdoms.” The weight of destiny pressed heavier than ever. Her crown had begun to form not in gold, but in blood and shadow.

One hand at her throat, and the other digging into the fabric of her gown as the tore it, a bloom of red staining that part of the gown, she was losing her mind. “No…no…no this can't be happening to me,Papa. He was supposed to be mine.” She whispered, her voice breaking apart with each breath. Pathetic, my gaze remained on the doors as Kieran had already walked through them. He was supposed to break. “This is a disaster, sire. What are we going to tell the people?” My chief of staff leaned in just enough for his voice to reach me. “The pack will riot. They were Sol and Luna, the return of the golden age.” He continues. “ A high commander whose wolf rejects his Luna, this is an omen sire , a

Remy: “Show me again tomorrow. And every day after. I trained to be an alpha. You trained to be a storm. We’re gonna be unstoppable.” I rest my forehead against his, feeling the locket thump between us, two heartbeats and one storm. Celeste (whispering): “Four days until Maramureș. Winterglass Mirror won’t know what hit it.” Crown HUD (quiet, proud): Title Earned: Blood Lightning Sovereign New Affinity: Runic Stormcraft (Master tier)

Ignoring all my inner thoughts I went to the canteen but as my luck goes. I had to collide with non other than her.... oh and I forgot to tell you. Her name is Amara. such a beautiful name. Oh shit not again with the pervert mind. I scolded my inner demons.and you know what...she can really fight. I didn't knew a girl to be so fierce and that too...towards me. I ignored her and left that place because I was in no mood to fight. I went to the library which is my second favorite place in this whole world... well first is a secret I'll tell you once the time is right. I took my favorite book "The love within". I flipped the pages as I munched over my food. But suddenly something caught my eye..

I hissed under my breath, noticing the way her ears perked in response as she continued to look at the two wolves. "I want you to run, okay? When I say run, you run and don't look back okay?" I whispered to her, not failing to also notice the way the black wolf's head tilted to the side with curiosity as if having heard what I'd just said. And much to my utter dismay they started moving again, using slow but determined moves as she walked straight towards us until they were standing just a few steps away, not even giving me the time to react as suddenly, those wolves were gone. And in their stead were Nathan and David, both as bare as the day they were born as they stood there, all brave and

Atlas said. Kord nodded. "In one of the more obscure texts I've read from Olon, one section was devoted to the prophecy of the ‘End Times'...emphasis theirs. A long-forgotten warrior would bind to a Bearer. Once the Bearer was complete, she would rise up against the gods that had imprisoned the magic of Oshamouri - their word for Azica." "Okay, assuming Scarlet is our long-forgotten warrior, Kiema is our Bearer, where does that leave the other prophesies you were telling us about?" Atlas asked. He was flipping through the pages of his notes.

"How many more kingdoms do we have to conquer before we face the South?" Lucien inquired from the sentinel that stood beside him. " Twenty or more" he chipped in. They were on a battlefield and the night hung heavy over it. The silence was disrupted by the occasional clash of swords and the cries of the wounded that came from a distance. He stood tall and resolate at the back of his forces awaiting the arrival of the king of the Dracula's he was at war with.

Even if it meant lying, stealing, or selling his soul to the rich bastards in the sky. The day started out like any other in the Ruins—dry heat pressing down from a burnt-orange sky, dust swirling through broken alleyways like restless spirits. Around here, the only job left for the Forgotten was mining Adrium, a post-apocalyptic miracle metal discovered buried deep in the bones of the earth. They said Adrium was stronger than diamond, five times lighter, and impossible to replicate. The walls of the Citadel gleamed with it l; unclimbable, unbreakable. Motion-detection lasers lined every inch, scanning for body heat, movement, hope.The message was clear:

. I smile despite my embarrassment. “Tonight, myself and the other Alphas of the 8 moons will officially be indoctrinating Alpha Annalise Isabella Remington as the official Alpha Major of the 8 Moons. She has been training her whole life for this moment and I have never been more proud.” He concludes as everyone applauds the sentimental speech. The rest of the dinner went by well. We did our indoctrination blood ceremony where each of the alphas from the 8 Moons stood with me to take an oath and pledge to me. We cut our palms and mixed our blood, snapping the pack links into place one by one. My father was the last and his was especially emotional. He was giving up his total as alpha Major a