Ama Quest Novels & Stories

Instantly, I look out the window and the first thing I see is a big navy blue building surrounded by numerous guards and bound by a very tall metal fence with electric wires at the top. “Welcome to Robertson Behavioural Management School. Your home for the next year…at the very least.”

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

The journey to the land of Amah was very tedious for the two groups. This was because they had to pass through the forest unseen. It took the groups two days and a half before they got to the boundary bof Amah Kingdom. Jacquard's group was called MGA which meant mission group A while Jack group was called MGB which meant, mission group B. The leader of MGA was called Drake. He was the oldest among the boys and had more knowledge about different missions. He lead his boys to Amah Land and they pitched their tents in the forest a little farther from the kingdom.

Katrina promised. “Are we the last of the pack?” One of the five males asked. It took me a moment, but I quickly placed his face. He was Gage Masterson, and the female his arm was around was his mate, Khloe. His family is in construction. I suppose that explains why Lorenzo wanted him. “We are not the last, Gage,” I assured them. I don’t want them to think we are the last. “Many that were pressed into fighting have been found and are recovering in Incubi.”

**Lisa's point of view:** Ace’s men led us to another convoy of SUVs waiting outside. The tension in the air was palpable, but knowing Ace was with us brought a sense of calm. Mia, still weak but more hopeful, held my hand tightly as we climbed into the back seat of the lead car. Ace sat beside me, his presence a reassuring anchor. As we drove through the winding roads, Ace filled me in on what had happened during his trip. He had been tracking The Jackal for weeks, only to find that the elusive criminal had orchestrated this attack on our home as a diversion. Ace’s anger was evident, but so was his determination.

I sighed and was about to head back to my room when I spotted a dark figure rapidly approaching from the far end of the path. A sense of unease crept into me, and I instinctively hid. When I looked again, I could see the figure clearly. Ambrose. He had actually followed me here. After eight years together, we knew each other well. It wasn't surprising that he'd figured out where I'd go. But why was he here? He'd left behind the business—which he hadn't forgotten despite his so-called amnesia—and Maryanne, whose promised month wasn't even up. What did he want from me?

Maximus licks his snout at his mate. Astra- They were dragging me this way. Want to see what they were dragging me to? Maximus- Can you still contact Astro? Astra- He and Cole are already on their way. Along with several warriors. Maximus- You want to take the lead? Astra smiles and stalks in the direction the rogues were dragging her. They see a camp in the neutral zone. Astra- Marissa is here. I’m going to let Nova stagger in and pretend to be lost. You, Cole and Astro surround the camp and attack when you see me back in control.

I nodded. He asked, "What are you going to do?" I answered, "I don't know. All I know is I'm not going back." Andre turned to look at me, moonlight falling on his face. "Then don't go back." "Aren't you afraid of trouble? Cameron isn't an ordinary person." He smiled. "Hazel, I'm stubborn. Once I've made up my mind, I won't give up because of trouble." "What have you made up your mind about?"

Maria could feel it, like a storm rolling in before the rain. Elias grabbed his jacket. “We can’t stay here.” “Where do we go?” Maria asked. Elias hesitated. “There’s only one place that might have answers.” He pulled up an old symbol on the screen. A faded logo shaped like an eye. “The Archive,” he said. “Where Specter keeps his deepest secrets.” Maria’s heart skipped. “You said it was destroyed.” “So did they,” Elias replied. “That usually means it wasn’t.” They moved fast.

Because people created new ones every day. Ama continued walking. The river shimmered beside the path. Sunlight danced across the water. A cool breeze carried the scent of autumn leaves. And for the first time in a very long while, she felt completely present. Not divided between memory and mystery. Not caught between past and future. Simply here. Simply now. Her phone buzzed. A message from Gabriel. Arthur accidentally signed up for a marathon. Ama stopped walking. Then immediately replied. Accidentally? The response came seconds later.