Strange Web Remnant 2 Novels & Stories

Another showing, a window in the room where the workers died blew out-not as if something had been thrown at it from the street, but outward. At the last showing, my client and I got stuck in the same room, the interior doors wouldn't open, but there are no locks on any of them; they just swing into other rooms. The lights flickered in the same pattern they had the time before. We could hear footsteps all over the building, but there was no one else there. When the footsteps stopped, the lights returned to a steady glow, and the doors opened as if they had never been jammed. If it was just one incident I may have been able to put a spin on it with my formidable marketing skills. Unfortunatel

"Thorne is going to activate the Rift, Silas. If he does, there won't be a Board or a Council left to vote. There will just be him and his hive." ​Silas looked at Leo’s scarred arm, her eyes narrowing. "I know. That’s why I’m here. I’m not the only one who didn't get 'Activated.' There’s a pocket of us, wolves who were out on the perimeter when the signal hit. We’re calling ourselves the Remnant." ​"How many?" Leo asked.

The game was pushing them closer, using the unsettling peace to lower their guards, to foster intimacy. They moved deeper into the city of spires. It was utterly empty. Houses stood with doors open, meals half-eaten on tables covered in dust. It was a snapshot of a life that had simply… vanished. In a grand observatory, they found the source of the anomaly. A massive, cracked crystal core pulsed erratically in the center of the room. Tendrils of corrupted data—dark, snaking lines of static—spread from the crack, infecting the consoles around it. Projected around the core were fragmented, looping memories that didn’t belong to Veridian. She saw flashes of a werewolf pack under a cold moon. He

Not long after, the grand annual Moonlit Gala commenced in Blackwood Estate's main hall. I was adorned in a custom gown, the moonstone necklace Damian had commissioned resting cool against my skin. He'd had it retrieved after Caleb's last brazen theft, and when he placed it back around my neck, he'd infused it with a potent protective charm. "Afraid he'll try to steal it again?" I teased, a smile playing on my lips. "Afraid he'll get too close to you," Damian murmured, his tone serious. "This charm makes any wolf, except me, profoundly uncomfortable the moment they encroach upon your personal space."

"Check the Ledger. Any transactions from outside the solar system in the last twenty-four hours?" Mercy's small fingers worked her tablet. "Checking. Standard deep-space energy trades from the Infinite Market. Normal volume. Normal participants. Wait." Her ancient eyes widened. "There is an anomaly. Fourteen hours ago, at approximately the same time the Remnant Fleet went dark, the Ledger processed a single transaction from an unregistered account." "What kind of transaction?" "A purchase. Twelve trillion Abyssal Merit credits. Paid from an account that does not appear in any of our databases. The purchase was for access to the planetary shield's frequency specifications."

She leans in close, whispering, “Then try faster.” I smirk despite the tension. “You always say that.” Her lips curve. “And you always make it dramatic.” The faintest warmth passes between us, the same spark that’s survived every betrayal. I cling to it while I work, fingers flying over the keyboard. If I can isolate the core node, maybe I can burn the connection before it reaches us physically. Then a message blinks onto the screen: > STEP TWO: RECLAMATION. The power dips. The lights dim. Machinery whirs to life behind the walls.

I paused which stretched too long. I forced a small smile. “Occupational hazard, I guess.” But he didn’t smile back. Instead he leaned forward slightly. “Strange." He murmured. My pulse quickened. “What is so strange in it ? Many people do it .” “ I don’t know why it feels… familiar. Like I have seen it before .” The word hit harder than it should have. I tightened my grip on the cup. “Maybe you’ve seen it somewhere,” I said lightly. “People have habits.”

Dwargo - Can be entered by passing through the Southern Pillar of Starlia and the Fairy Gate of Faero. Starlia - Have multiple travel routes but doesn't have a gate that can reach Faero Dark Realm - Can only be entered by passing through Sol. Heavens Realm (Where the war is raging) - Can be entered using Starlia's Southern Pillar, Sol, and Dwargo's Second Gate which is now closed and unusable because of the war. Sol - The graveyard of planets. There's only one planet left in this realm which is called "The Land of Demise." Sacred Realm - Realm of the Celestials

All of a sudden, Remi heard a voice behind her. Remi responded without turning around, "Same to you. It looks like you're the one who's been bothering me all the time, Bernice." Bernice’s jaw got tight. "Don't even think about asking Sir Web to help you get back into the Web family." Remi thought her words were funny. Was the Web family special in some way? She thought it was more like a mound of junk that only flies would like to eat. Bernice had said her threats over and over again, so there was no need to keep talking about them.