Strange Web Remnant 2 Novels & Stories

Blaine nodded after a while “Hmm, alright. If you already checked those things then I guess it’s okay. When can I move in?” “The owner said that you can move in whenever you want. Just give him a heads up so he knows. Here is his business card” Jake handed him a black elegant business card Almothean Gwydoin Saavedra. This name sounds familiar. “You promise me that you won’t leave me right blaine?” Of course! We’re always be together forever……… Thean” “AHHH!” Blaine feels a painful sensation in his head as soon as he remembered that scene. Who is that? Who is Thean? Why is he in his memory?

The ground cracked beneath the weight of unseen power. Riven steadied himself beside me, shouting over the chaos, "It’s drawn to you!" I knew. Gods, I knew. Because this was no spirit. No rogue. No god either. It was something left behind when divinity died. A remnant. "Get them back to the ruins!" I shouted. Cassian grabbed two of the younger wolves and dragged them toward the clearing. Dareth took the flank, teeth bared, ready to fight what he couldn’t see.

Here, the ground was a mosaic of a vast, intricate tree, its branches spreading out to touch every pillar but the tiles were cracked and many were missing, leaving blank, grey patches. “This is the World Tree,” the Remnant said. “A map of all connected stories, it is broken.” “How do we fix a library with no books?” Ronan asked, his practical nature frustrated by the emptiness. “The books are not gone,” the Remnant said. “They are sleeping, their voices are silent, you must wake them.” He pointed to one of the grey patches on the mosaic. “Start there.” Liora approached the patch, which was about the size of a dinner plate, a hole in the trunk of the tree. She knelt and placed her hand on it,

"What quest?" "We are cursed by the two headed dragon." "The curse of never-ending hatred and life cycle. So, that thing does exist. It is a bracelet owned both by the ruler of the heavenly kingdom and the underworld ruler. How did it end up in the mortal realm?" She uttered the words, 'Ego secida, princeps freshwaters dimittere imperium tuum duo mortalium. (I, secida, ruler of freshwaters commands release thy two mortals.) Then the green plant with thorns vanished like a burst of bubbles. They finally sat on the golden sand. They are breathing fine, thanks to that sorcery.

Ninety-nine failed ceremonies, ninety-nine times my dignity was trampled. I've had enough! I found the Moonshadow Realm's communication device and opened a link I hadn't used in a very long time. "Father, I was too naive. I'll be back in two days."

Even the usual night sounds crickets, owls, wind were missing. “Kye,” I said softly. “We’re not alone.” His spear was in his hands before the sentence finished. “How close?” “Not close enough to strike yet,” I whispered, closing my eyes. I could feel them. Not the cloaked ones. Not the creature. “They’re not enemies,” I added. “But they’re not allies either.” Mira frowned. “Then what are they?” “Remnants,” I said. Finnick sat up slowly, wincing. “Of what?”

“When the suns merged, voices came in the wind. They told us to listen, to live as one. But not all believed.” The warmth in Selene’s chest cooled slightly. “Not all?” “There are some,” the woman continued, “who say the merging is a curse. They build walls of old magic to keep the realms apart.” Kaen growled low. Selene’s gaze darkened. “Walls don’t hold back evolution. They only wound it.” The elder nodded. “They call themselves The Remnants. They gather in the south, near the canyon of echoes. They worship the void that once devoured the moon.”

They stopped at the intersection, turning their head slightly as though sensing the group’s presence. “Who are you?” Emma called out, her voice firm despite the tension coiling in her chest. The figure didn’t answer immediately. Instead, they took a step closer, their movements smooth and deliberate. When they finally spoke, their voice was low and resonant, echoing slightly in the confined space. “I am someone who seeks what you have severed.” Callan stepped forward, placing themselves between the group and the stranger. “You’re a remnant,” they said, their tone sharp. “An echo of what the bridge connected. You don’t belong here.”

The remnants of her mother’s and father’s lives beckoned her from the attic, like sirens calling her to uncover the secrets hidden within their old belongings. With a deep breath, Aqua climbed the creaking stairs to the attic. Dust motes danced in the beams of sunlight streaming through the small window, and the air was thick with the scent of aged paper and wood. She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation.

Hopefully, he might agree to release me. When I returned to Beelzebub's dorm to thank him for organizing the fight, I noticed a secret door wide open at the corner of his room that I had never seen before. Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to check it out. As I opened the door, I found myself in a dark, mysterious room filled with strange objects and artifacts. As I explored the room, I discovered a hidden portal that led to another realm. Gasping in shock, I mumbled, "He kept the portal here."