Strange Web Remnant 2 Novels & Stories

Sorens asked me as I peered into the scrolls in front of me covered with dust, they were written on with a foreign language but that was not the problem I was having, the problem I was having was that most of the words were washed out on purpose and it only happened to scrolls about the forgotten world even the ones written about the new world after that were in tact, they were written at the same time but it was like the world was supposed to be forgotten. “What did you say?” I asked Sorens while staring at the scroll and acting like I didn’t her him the first time, he knew I did, my body tensed but I didn’t look at him, I have not being able to look at him since his confession to his mothe

--- A Forgotten Path The journey began at dusk. Lena, Cassian, Mira, Dorian, and Idris rode out under the dying light, cloaks pulled tight against the chill. They rode toward the Forgotten Path—a place that had once been swallowed by the Rift now left untouched in the wake of its collapse. It was the only place the Remnant could have hidden. The only place left to search. Mira rode beside Lena, her expression unreadable. “So. We’re going straight into the place where reality is already broken.”

“But once you start, there’s no reversing it.” Mom laughed softly under her breath. Broken “There hasn’t been a reverse button for a very long time.” The house lights flickered violently. Then every screen in the kitchen lit up again. WARNING: TERMINATION THREAT DETECTED. The voice returned immediately “Preservation protocols activated.” The stranger’s face hardened. “It knows.” Mom grabbed the drive with shaking hands. “Where’s the core?” “Basement server room.” Tomás looked at me instantly. “You stay here.” “No.”

The respiratory diseases alone killed half the children born in Sector 8 before their first birthday. Ren stood up, his muscles aching, the rusted floorboards creaking ominously beneath his heavy boots. He walked over to his rigged terminal—a Frankenstein's monster of scavenged motherboards and bypassed cooling fans. He needed to check the auction house. If Kara could sell the boss drops quickly, maybe he could afford to buy Maya some real, black-market fruit tomorrow. Ping. A notification flashed on the cracked, dirt-smudged screen. Ren frowned, dropping heavily into his chair. It wasn't a standard game forum message. It didn't have the typical blue UI of the Aegis servers. The screen flick

The creature turned and walked, then stopped and looked at them again. "Let's follow it!" All three then followed the tracks of the strange beast. Meanwhile, in the human world, Karmen was in the neglected courtyard of the Garden, with Ross and Tyler by her side, and the tablets levitating. She repeatedly read the texts inscribed on the tablets, arms wide open and eyes closed. The relics became unstable and a cool breeze blew through the city of Newcastle. The sky rumbled, announcing a heavy rain. The tablets began to crack and eventually shattered completely. Leaving room for the two fragments of the moon that attracted each other like magnets. They merged into one piece and around it, a vo

The last time I saw Owen, outside the police station, he gave me four words: "Take care of yourself." End of story. --- The car plunged into the tunnel. The world went dark except for that warm amber glow inside. Then—a blinding flash of white from my phone. Unknown number. "Hello?" It was Owen. "You left something here. Can we meet?"

Should he try to split the tree open to check? “Did you find it yet?” Remi called from the foot of the tree. Zen was taking a rather long time now. The Red Spider Flower should not be too hard to find, right? It wasn’t common to see anything red in the woods. Dejected, Zen was about to quit and move to a new area when he felt something crawling on his hand that rested against the tree trunk. Below him, the Gambler froze and slowly backed away. Even Remi looked two shades whiter than his normal self.

Benjamin remarked as he stepped onto the dried clay of the broad pathway. The sunlight was fading as they approached the house, and she noticed a dim light coming from the porch and windows, not the light of fire or candles but the distinct luminescence of maurium. ‘Maurium.' She looked with some astonishment at the eerie purple glow. ‘I haven't seen any since we left Pyre.' "Maurium, I see,” he said with a look of disappointment. "Well, that's not reassuring, is it?" "It... isn't," she reluctantly agreed.

System alert flashes red. *Rift Event: Underworld Echo Breach – Level 85 Elite Mob Spawn.* *Boss: Remnant Death Lord (Echo) – HP: 500,000,000* We’re on the porch in seconds. The Court armed. Mom and Dad behind us—Mom with her consecrated mici grill fork (don’t ask), Dad cracking knuckles that summon thunder. The rift tears open over Hell’s Half Acre—violet lightning, marigold fog, obsidian skulls rising like balloons.

Ivy doesn't need anyone. She's got three jobs, a sharp tongue, and zero patience for men who think muscle solves everything. Then a bar fight goes wrong, an infuriatingly gorgeous stranger clears her debt, and suddenly she's stuck working for a hockey player who smells like moonlight and looks at her like she's the answer to a question he never asked. She should have known "assistant" was too good to be true. She definitely shouldn't have missed the part where he's a werewolf. Or that she might be one too. Alex has spent three years running from an arranged marriage, an Alpha title he doesn't want, and a fate he can't outskate. The night he finds his fated mate slinging drinks at a dive