Rwby Relics Novels & Stories

Zadicus called, sharing the reason why exactly he used this ancient sword. “What…?” Katastrofi was taken aback as no human was able to withstand this spell before. “You can’t use this, you will die.” Katastrofi informed Zadicus but he was determined and began to cast the name of twelve relics. “Darkened Vision.” He opened the first gate, and an obsidian appeared on top of him, representing the first relic. “No..” Katastrofi moved back but Zadicus began to attack him with double force he was using before and Katastrofi countered it easily for now.

It needed both witchcraft and werewolf blood; one alone wouldn’t do. Neither could manage it alone; only together could they lock it away. Only together could they save the rest. The spell called for four relics. Four relics. One was the Silver Thorn, a twisting length of ironroot wood, encrusted with frost that never melted, rumored to have been cut from the heart of the oldest yew in the valley on the night of the first snowfall. Its chill was said to keep restless spirits at bay, and its origin was whispered about more than anything else.

Immediately, both Wesley and I became serious. "What are they?" Liam carefully unrolled the oldest scroll. A faded map appeared across the parchment. Four glowing symbols had been marked across different kingdoms. "The Relics were forged thousands of years ago." "They weren't created to destroy the Moon Child." "They were created to contain her power if it ever fell into darkness." I stared at the drawings. A silver crown. A crystal dagger. An ancient mirror. And a glowing gemstone. "Which one is James after?" Liam pointed toward the gemstone.

Her eyes flicked toward Arin. Then away. “I think it knows the relics are returning,” she said. A chill ran down his spine. Kael crossed his arms. “Because of what happened back there?” She nodded. “The echoes reacted when your light appeared. But the thing inside the tree…” Her throat tightened. “It recognized it.” Soren’s expression darkened. “That means the relics aren’t just keys.” “No,” Lena whispered. “They’re bait.” The word hit harder than any blade. Arin felt it land somewhere deep in his chest, heavy and final.

Scene 3: The Impossible Symbol The relic-room door stood open. Cold air drifted through the gap, carrying salt and the smell of wet stone. No window connected the room to the outside. No one could enter without passing three security systems. I raised my pistol. “Step into the light.” Something moved behind the display cases. I pushed the door wider with my foot. Blue light spread across the marble floor. The central glass case had opened without breaking. The relic inside it was gone. A figure emerged from the shadows. Hayate raised both hands. Rainwater ran from his dark hair, following the scar beside his eye. In his gloved right hand, he held the missing relic.

With a heavy, pressurized groan that shook the concrete floor beneath their boots, the massive vault door parted down the center, sliding back to reveal the hidden sanctuary within. Inside the vault, resting on a raised pedestal of solid moonstone beneath a glowing stasis field, was an object that made Agnes’s breath catch in her throat. It wasn't a standard piece of combat gear. It was an ancient, highly complex Relic Core—a crystalline chest harness woven from pure, unrefined astral silver and pulsing with a deep, terrifying gold and violet light. It hummed with a biological frequency so dense, so dominant, that even Rhys took a involuntary step back as his inner wolf roared in sudden, ins

“Here, open this and wear it.” Andy takes the box and puts the ring on his index finger. The ring is plain, with a crown engraved on each side. At the front, there is the Blain family symbol of a roaring lion. Andy feels something strange throughout his body when he puts it on; he observes his wounds quickly healing, the blood stops flowing, and he feels his body getting stronger. The wounds heal in seconds! He feels his vision becoming very sharp and hears many faint conversations from various people. “That ring is a must-have for every heir of our family. Only the chosen ones can wear it. It is the key to all facilities and power.”

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

If Ruby could not break the curse in the past because she had lost her powers, why did she go and trash-talk Sloane on a livestream? At last, it clicked for Sean. Everything that had happened was Ruby's fault. She had set the whole thing up. Sean was livid, his anger boiling over as he lunged at Ruby, his chicken wings closing around her neck. He did not stop there. His claws tore at Ruby's face until it was streaked with red. Ruby had been in the middle of confessing when Sean attacked her. She tried to plead with him, her struggles frantic and futile. Sean was relentless, his grip unyielding until the very moment Ruby's breath hitched for the last time.

The first time Lyra escaped the phrontistery at Crescent Pack shealmost got lost. A phrontistery was a place where high ranked young werewolves schooled. There was only seven phrontistery in the world. One located in each continent. Lyra’s pack, the Moonstone pack, was situated in West Virginia, United States, North America. The Crescent Pack was the pack in North America that had a phrontistery. It was located in New York, United States, North America.