Stolen Heirloom Botw Novels & Stories

he added, still coming toward me. Immediately, Hakim rushed after him as he realized the man meant to destroy the heirloom pendant I was wearing, which I valued most. It was an heirloom gift I obtained from my father. It's expected to be passed on to my child as well, and he will do the same when he grows up; that way, it will rotate till infinity.

"So she won't remember me, head chief?" "Yes." "Alright then, I think I have to go now back to the Battleaxe tribe," Calvin murmured in dismay with no reason to stay any longer. "Or you can accompany the vampire seer on their journey," Lucinda said and took Celestina's satchel with the heirloom inside. "...ang give this to the vampire. Maybe she will find a way to use this." "Oh! Is this Celestina's grandmother heirloom milady?" "Yes. Do not touch whatever is inside. You don't want to perish in a blink. Our heirloom was designed to kill anyone touching it without the ancestry of the first owner. So try and risk your life or give that to the vampire seer."

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.

He says, already steeling himself for another bomb. And it comes in the form of a smile from Marle. “The one stolen was a fake and is currently in the diadem atop the female Alpha Azura’s head. The real one is hidden in your vault and requires the eyes of a true Alpha heir of Xamnir’s to find it.” She says and walks out. “Always something,” I murmur again, and Kai lets out an exhausted sigh. “Always something,” he repeats, and the both of us walk out of Dimitri’s study, knowing another issue will become a major one.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a heavy black iron scroll case, identical in size to the one the King had given me. “Keep this safe,” he said, looking down sheepishly. “My father gave you the crown treasury. This scroll contains everything I own—my personal territories, my legions, my private vaults. It’s all yours. If I ever wrong you, let me burn to ash with absolutely nothing.” He had prepared his entire life’s worth of assets just to prove his devotion to me. I took the scroll, feeling the immense weight of his trust. In return, I reached up and unclasped the enchanted bloodstone amulet from my neck—a priceless heirloom passed down from my grandmother. In my past life, I had fool

"Cillian, stop stalling. If you don't sign, we'll get lawyers involved and sue you for illegally occupying the Harrison family assets." Nathan joined in. "Yeah, give back what you stole from Arthur." Arthur didn't say anything. He just watched me with those eyes so much like Claire's, barely hiding his smugness. I took a deep breath. "Fine." I picked up the pen and signed my name.

Every breath felt like inhaling crushed glass. ​Yet, my frozen fingers remained clamped tightly around the heavy, black velvet pouch tucked deep within my innermost tunic pocket. It didn't just contain the Starlight Quicksilver Jace had stolen. During my desperate flight through the Western palace, I had taken an even greater risk, infiltrating my father's private sanctuary to steal Supreme Alpha Richard’s personal royal crest stone—a jagged, obsidian relic pulsing with an eerie, hidden warmth.

When her voice returned through the link, it was cold. “Go home. I’m coming back now.” I ran straight to my room and tore through everything I owned. Bookshelves, closets, storage chests. Then I dragged out a large box and threw in every single thing Rowan had ever given me: the first polished moonstone he picked up beside a creek, an old training wrist guard he once tossed at me because he had extras, a carved bone token bearing the Nightshade family crest, and the short, crooked notes he only wrote when he happened to be in a good mood.

Hunting. Her stomach tightened. “What did they take?” “Not sure yet. Something important,” he said. “Something tied to… the bloodlines. Whatever the Heir wanted before, the Crown, maybe. They’ve got it now.” Nora’s jaw clenched. She knew what he meant. The pendant. The one that had been stolen from Luna's vault months ago. Every lead she had chased since then had been a dead end, but now it was back in play, in the wrong hands. And the Silver Ash never lost.

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.