Stolen Heirloom Botw Novels & Stories

an older maid asked tremulously, summoning her courage. Celeste strolled out casually, arms crossed with the arrogance of a conqueror: "What else could it be? This new assistant the Alpha hired is a thief. She dared to steal the Alpha's treasured necklace! I caught her in the act! I'm teaching her a lesson she won't forget!" I had already been tortured to the point of barely clinging to life. Hearing her accusations, I realized the "stolen item" she referred to must be the crystal necklace. This necklace was our mother's legacy, her family heirloom.

In the other room, Liana clutched her chest, leaning weakly against the headboard and weeping. "Kaelen, I feel terrible too. Did the shock make the wolfsbane poison spread?" Two women down at the same time. I was pacing like a trapped wolf. My father was furious, ordering the warriors to drag every healer in the pack to the main house. Just as my mother was about to go into shock and was being wheeled into the emergency room, I ran into an elderly man in a long robe in the hallway. It was the legendary Master Herbalist, known across the entire continent.

Only then do I relax enough to catch my breath and start prepping for the real reason I’m out here. The gear stash is hidden under a tangle of blackthorn at the edge of the clearing. I dig it out, inventorying every item with the attention of a surgeon: flint, dried meat, three knives, a coil of wire, two glass vials of sedative, and one battered field journal. The last is more superstition than utility, but I always bring it; it’s a relic from my father, and even now the scent of old ink and leather calms me.

He recomposed himself and took a few steps in front of us. “And what makes you think you may make such a claim? By all accounts, you seem to be a Lycan rogue and your mother a thief. That stone is passed down from generation to generation, from alphas to their heirs. It was stolen from us many moons ago.” He looked over at me and the others behind with an arrogant expression. “It’s the equivalent of a crown since it was a gift from the Moon Goddess herself.” He said to us to explain it so we could understand its importance. His words made me pause.

By noon, I was stepping into the herb-scented, crumbling territory of the Silverlight pack, wrapped in the heavy cloak of an Ironthorn Luna. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door to my home. Attwater was there in a second, taking the heavy black metal case from my hands. "You actually did it? You really got the obsidian cane back? The one holding Mom's soul-power?" Ulva shot Attwater a look, signaling him to take the case into the room with the silencing barrier. Then she grabbed my hand, her eyes searching mine. "Trista, be honest with me," she whispered, her grip tightening. "This set of heirlooms is worth a fortune. What exactly did you have to pay him to get them back?"

"I understand you're scared. I don't want to make things worse for you right now. It's just very, very important that the item they stole is returned to us." My wonderment is too strong to bed down. "What was it?" His head cocks and pulls his hand away, his thumb dragging needlessly along the new wound on my face. "It was a family heirloom, Eden. I don't know if you're aware of my family name and what it means, but we don't need safety deposit boxes for money. That trinket; it was priceless." My body aches more and more with his claim. I don't want to sell out the brothers, but I also feel guilty for lying to Asher.

At the center of the room, raised on an altar of obsidian and bone, lay a single object. A sword. Long, slender. Forged from black metal that shimmered with the same runes etched into her ring. The hilt was wrapped in silver wire. At its center: a red gem that pulsed like a heartbeat. Alya took a step forward. Lucien grabbed her arm. “You can’t touch it.” “Why not?” “Because it’s hers.” Alya turned slowly. “Mine?” “No,” Lucien said. “Your past self. The first blood heir. The sword was made to answer only to her.”

He bellowed. Exhaling loudly, Ryan followed Jordan outside. He joined Jordan in his car, judging by the look on his face Ryan could tell something was up. Aside the fact that Ryan was the brain behind the theft of heirlooms, Jordan had been the one to bring in more other heirlooms to be stolen and kept. These set of heirlooms aren't to be sold, instead they would make one powerful and almost immortal. "The bosses are angry." Jordan mused Ryan had never gotten to meet the said boss, but he was certain of their existence due to the correct information on the location of the heirlooms they have stolen so far. He had doubted the existence of the shadow bosses before, but Jordan had proven to tha

He sighed and I frowned. “Why are you here?” I tilted my head to one side and I was pretty impressed when Viktoria told me what she told her father. I nodded and confirmed that this was the grave, but if he really wanted confirmation, I could show him the locket. As we walked past the border of our homes, I had to warn the pack to keep their distance. This wasn’t taken well at all, but they listened as we walked into the main house. I walked over to the cabinet where we kept all our special relics and pulled out the delicate locket, handing it to the king. The flash of recognition in his eyes was quick, but I caught it and when Viktoria smiled, I knew that whatever she needed to prove to her

I curled my lip at the fact. The text between those lines… 'I will make this last correspondence brief, as it is a summary of our exchange,' the second row said. I almost breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the Moon Goddess. How convenient. 'In order to lend my forces, you offer me your greatest treasure as a gesture of absolute trust.' No relief there. I quickly put the pieces together: Haveloek traded his daughter because she was, apparently, who he loved most, in exchange for Connor's Epsilon.