Stolen Heirloom Botw Novels & Stories

Manuscripts whispered in dead tongues, their pages turning though no wind blew. I moved through Lumira's true inheritance. The decoy collection in the east wing had fooled thieves for generations. This - this was the bloodline's beating heart. At the end the hall stood ten pedestals. Ten heirlooms. Each pulsed with restrained hunger, waiting for worthy hands. The moonstone had been first to be taken. It hung at my throat now, binding spirit to flesh, Duskbane to Duskbane. The Winter Wand came second. Winter-white wood. Veins of aurora beneath the bark. Carved from the World Tree's winter branch, or so the novel claimed. It didn't bend. It didn't yield to no one.

A quiet peace settled over me. At the same time, the tourmaline glowing with a blinding, rhythmic light that pulses in sync with my heartbeat. The whispers around became louder, with a hint of greed in their tone. “Why is the radiance of this tourmaline so similar to that legendary artifact?” “But isn't that artifact already lost? How could it be in the hands of a human.” “It must have been stolen by her from the lord! It's normal for some immortal artifacts to be kept in the ancient bloodline.”

I managed to gasp. “You heard me perfectly,” Abigail continued as she pointed an accusatory finger directly at me. “That pendant is a precious family heirloom that belongs exclusively to the royal bloodline of the Oakshadow Pack. You stole it because you were consumed with jealousy that I possessed such a valuable and meaningful item while you had nothing.” “That’s completely and utterly false,” I protested, finding my voice despite my shock. “I’ve had that necklace since I was a baby. My mother found me wearing it when she adopted me—”

Maya was with her, human and vulnerable but fierce in the way only mothers could be. And out there in the wilderness, a thing that had lived for over a century—a thing that had twisted itself into something unnatural in its quest for power—was moving toward them with singular purpose. The rogue's words echoed in his mind: Your daughter is the final piece. Whatever Vargr had started all those years ago, whatever monstrous transformation he'd begun and failed to complete, Ivy was the key to finishing it. Alec's hands curled into fists. He would burn the world before he let that happen.

Lyra looked at me breathlessly and mouthed thanks. I turned just in time to feel my clothes shift strangely. Something was wrong. Something was missing. I looked down, the relic was gone. My heart dropped into my stomach. “No,” I whispered. “Where the fuck is the relic.” I frantically scanned the chaos. Then I saw a rogue sprinting through the forest with something glowing in his hand. The relic. He had stolen it. I immediately ran after him. “KAEL!” I screamed. “HE TOOK IT!”

Jack demanded. Suddenly there was a bright light coming from both Lucy and me. I held out the HILT which was bright together with the straight sliver necklace that Lucy held. Together these two pieces became a sword falling straight to the ground. I quickly picked it up. It was warm. I pointed it at her. “What is the last heirloom?” “Why would I be stupid enough to tell you? You hold his weak child” With that she pushed Lucian off her. I thought so hard. What could it possibly be?

Few were surprised. “You are accused of theft of the pack heirloom,” he went on in a louder voice. "An object attached to the alpha's blood. A talisman enshrined in pack law and family honor.” My stomach tried to punch a hole through my rib cage. What the hell? I shook my head as the chains clinked against each other. “I didn't, I don't even know where it is.” My voice was swallowed by the wind before it hit the air. Elder Marrow didn't stop. He simply didn't care. His eyes were ablaze. "You stole it on the night of the massacre. You kept it safe, in the hope you could exchange the memory of your family for a taste of forbidden magic."

"So he stole a special concoction and took the herbalist away. What's that special concoction?" "It's a secret." I nodded. "I don't get it, though. Why is the herbalist so important to you? You want the concoction, but this herbalist seems to bother you. She's human, right?" "Yes, the thief and the herbalists are both humans." "You have to defeat the thief. Find him at all costs. He owns a huge crossbow and is dressed in a thick, black tunic. He leaps on the canopies with no difficulty and is truly hard to catch. I provide you with the best weapons to slay him-"

I walked back toward my desk and picked up the necklace. The sapphire gleamed under the sunlight pouring through the window. It was beautiful. Even I had to admit that. But beauty didn’t change the truth. “This necklace doesn’t magically make that rogue important,” I said. I placed it back down on the desk. “He’s still a thief, and a theif he will remain.” My father didn’t look convinced. “There is something strange about this situation,” he murmured. “What’s strange about it?” I asked. “A royal heirloom appearing in a small pack territory.” he explained quietly, his brows furrowed as if he were in deep thoughts.

How can he still be good to me after what I did to him? I looked at him and my eyes went down on his neck and noticed a small and shiny object on his neck. "You're still wearing it," I whispered but just enough for him to hear it. He hummed, "It was a gift from you… the best I ever received." That made me smile. I reached for his necklace and ran my fingers on the pendant. It was a lion pendant necklace. Lion 'coz his zodiac sign is Leo. I bought it with my own savings. I did some extra work on their farm to earn some money without him being suspicious. I even sold my paintings to my teachers.