Rwby Relics Novelas e Histórias

As the storm grew in intensity, the wind became ferocious, tearing leaves from branches and uprooting grass from the ground. Rawls couldn't help but laugh coldly as he taunted, "Hahaha! Pascal, do you see? I am powerful!" However, he couldn't shake off a bad feeling that was creeping up on him. Standing behind him, Pascal spoke in a cold, calculated tone, "You seem to have forgotten how you lost last time. Hopefully, you'll remember when you're given another chance." Pascal then thrust the ancient blade, marked with strange dragon symbols, into his heart. Suddenly, a shrill cry escaped Rawls' mouth as he dissipated into the wind.

I didn’t know vampires could also be affected by werewolves in such a manner… “It was probably because the rogues were using blessed relics… That could be the only explanation for her fever.” I looked at Lady Livia once more. Somehow, it seemed like she did know what she was talking about. “What kind of blessed relics did they use?” “Arrows, probably, and based on the wounds, maybe holy fangs.” I looked back incredulously at Lady Livia, and she seemed to have understood what was on my mind. Blessed relics – weapons that were offered to the temple and had undergone the purification process, were indestructible and work against many other clans. They are resistant towards any kinds of magic, e

About three months had passed.. When the news that Lyra was entering our realm, King Rryan waited for her in his throne room. "King Rryan!" she bowed to him before walking forward, with a bag in her hand, "I was able to get that relic you needed, My King." she handed him the bound leather pouch. He quickly opened it and the relic's glow illuminated his face, jade green. "Don't touch it, It will cause great havoc, if not handled properly," she explained.

I curled up in a corner, praying for some warmth. This place used to store frozen seafood. Now, it was just empty shelves and icy air. I stacked the shelves around me, a futile attempt to block the cold. It was useless. When I realized I was dead, a wave of despair washed over me. Seeing my frost-covered body, eyes wide with terror, and bloody nails, I felt a bone-chilling shock. Just as I was about to take a closer look, a force pulled me away, and I found myself standing next to Ean.

I'm here in Spring Pack for my revenge and whether I am a healer or not, it changes nothing. I steadied myself and quietly graced my face with an enticing smile. Contrary to what I had expected? Looking at them, I could feel a synergy. I thought they'd be back with wounds plastering their faces but what I saw was nothing close to wounds. A smile played on the corners of their cheeks. How easy. The trio walked in and at that moment, Slyvia walked back in with the wolf. “Rena?” A perplexed light shone on Leo and Derek's faces.

The sensual pulse grew stronger and he steeled himself against the weakness in his knees. Righ sighed. “It will be so good to see my relic again.” His eyes switched between Blake and Clarissa for a moment. “And to hold you, my dear.” Blake growled and reached instinctively for his sword, which brought a pleased look to Righ’s face. “Enjoy your dinner tonight.” His eyes moved to the monks behind her. “Treat my relic well. I shall return to you, soon. Clarissa is the final key to my resurrection.” The mirror flickered and went black before returning to its original reflective glass. Her throbbing magic got stronger, causing him to gasp in delight. His head spun and his knees shook.

Elara woke with claw marks on her arms self-inflicted, in dreams she couldn’t remember. I asked the elders if possession was possible. They said no. But I saw the way Maelis trembled when Rowan spoke again in that foreign tongue. The way her fingers gripped her amulet. The way she wouldn’t meet my eyes. Someone knew more than they were saying. A breakthrough came three days later. Callen returned from a scouting mission with a relic an obsidian shard found buried beneath the old ruins outside our borders. It pulsed with dark energy, its surface inscribed with runes that none of us recognized.

I mumbled weakly, I could hear Soren shouting for a medic in the distance. “I'm so proud of you baby, now all you have to do is stay awake for me, okay?” His eyes watered and a drop of tear landed on my cheek. I didn't think I could push back the darkness any longer and I wanted to tell him so but I couldn't find the strength to open my mouth. My eyes blinked once, twice and the darkness took over. The last thing I heard was a roar. Caelum's POV “I'm awake, I got the treasure." Wren said weakly, my hands were trembling, I couldn't lose her, I just couldn't. I prayed to every deity i could think of.

I asked him because I was still confused by what was happening. "That was the relic." His straight answer made my forehead furrow even more. "The relic to exit the dream dimension. You accidentally fell into the mirror of dreams where you cannot escape if you have darkness within you. That was only a relic to escape and not the relic you need to summon the weapon." He answered me and I don't know how I feel. I felt I was tricked. I seem to get angry and cry for no reason this time.

That bastard thought there were only 18 relics in the realm, what he didn't know was that there are actually 21 relics. Those 18 relics he knows about are the relics which are needed for the revival spell and the remaining 3 are the most dangerous relics and hard to get. If someone gets lucky enough to land their hands on those 3 relics, then they can perform a special, powerful and dangerous spell which needs a string mana soul which now I have and using those relics, one can create a weapon which can destroy a souls, never allowing it to enter any realm, be it hell, heaven or earth, nor allowing it to reincarnate ever.