Rwby Relics Novels & Stories

Leo asked. Maren sighed. “After the Citadel fell, and the Balance was woven, there was so much to clean up. So much grey metal, so many broken machines. We worked for years to heal the land. But we couldn’t find every single piece. A small, broken bit like this… it must have been washed down from the mountains over the years, buried, and then uncovered by the shifting stream.” She handed the rod back to Sela. “It is a relic. A piece of a bad dream. There is no power in it anymore. The magic that made it work is long gone. It is just cold metal now.”

Chapter Seven: The Whispering Ruin The forge held its breath. Even the flames seemed hesitant to flicker as Kael hovered over the relic, adjusting the protective runes with agonizing precision. The iron table beneath it vibrated faintly, as if repulsed by the object it was forced to hold. The relic pulsed—red, slow, deliberate. Like a heartbeat that didn’t belong in this world. Raven stood at the edge of the circle, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Ragnar was beside her, his energy coiled tight, thunder rolling low beneath his skin.

Orange light bled across the skyline in thin strips, and the streets below were still quiet, still unhurried, the whole city existing in that brief window before the day remembered its urgency. Valerie had no such luxury. She had 365 days. Maybe less. She opened her phone and created a new note, private, password locked, titled simply: RR. Rewrite. Reclaim. Ruin. She had not decided which word fit best yet. Perhaps all three. She began typing. Poultry, location, startup cost, supplier contacts. Feed mill collaboration window: eight months. Inheritance, do not sign. Do not sign anything. Secure legal advice quietly. Anthony's weakness: ego, fear of his father's disapproval, obsession with app

"Do you honestly think the texts came from your dad? All I did was steal his account and mimic the way he talked." "You've lost your mind! What do you want?" "What do I want?" He waved the syringe at me and said, "Your blood, of course. Once I mix your blood with Clara's sample and run it through the system for a transfer, I can move the monsters in her belly into yours. By the time the rich men track back to us, you'll be the scapegoat to take the fall!" "W-What are you talking about? What system?" I thrashed wildly to avoid his outstretched hand.

I sighed and told them what the spirit told me. “But why only to Lady Seraphina? The spirit could have just meet Sir Zale, and since he is a water element user, the heir to say the least, why not him?” Asked Notus while looking confused. I sighed and just crouched to be at his eye level. “If the spirit were to summon Zale, then it will just end there. Remember when I said that the vengeance spirit was a fire? It might be a fire spirit that was tainted by some pollution from here.” I explained.

“Aurelia, you’re losing consciousness. Stop before it kills you!” Kael’s voice cut in, firm even though he was scared. “She can’t hear you. Something has her locked.” “I don’t care!” Lyra snapped. “We need to make her stop!” “No.” Kael’s tone shifted. “She’s doing something. Look at the relic…” I couldn’t see any of them, but I could feel the relic trembling in my hand. Like it was alive. Like it was breathing with me. It pulsed and every pulse punched through my chest like a heartbeat that wasn’t mine.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Kaelen's relic was not created from nothing. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> It was forged from the heartstone of Araya's own ancestor.

But at least I am with him while I am slowly leaving. "I love you too. Being touched with the ghost Clark, being touch with you is the best memories I will bring. You idiot, you evil! You wraith! Your touch is my life." My life taker.

“Ahh I don’t really know why, but I think I’m just gifted?” Miss Minerva assist me to go back to prepare for a bath. While walking she told me, “I heard you ask Vandross why your book is called relic right? “Your book is possessed by our Ancestors and passed by or sometimes stolen. Relics in Zennery are not just books. There are many kinds of Relics. The Battle Relics which consist of swords, armor and shield. The Enchantment Relics the same as your book where spells are written and the Special Relics this was said to be unknown. I wonder were you get that notebook.”

He glared at her and snarled, "I always smoke. It's just that I don't like smoking when I'm around you." Granny Fray grew concerned and cautioned, "Don't smoke too much, it could damage your liver." This only seemed to anger Jewel further. He roared, "It's your liver that will be damaged, old witch!" He raised his hand as if to strike Granny Fray, but his arm became suspended in mid-air. Jewel's expression changed, and his pupils dilated. He looked towards the direction of his arm, which was still stuck in the air, a voice spoke ominously, "It is time for you to return to wherever you came from."