Amber Spyglass Book Novels & Stories

This body’s got a mind of its own. “Uh, just... reading,” I stammer, grabbing a random book to hide my panic. My fingers fumble, and it falls open to a page about magical bindings. Fitting, since I feel bound to this plot. Ardyn’s smirk grows, and he leans against the table, close enough that I catch his scent, sandalwood and sin. My heart’s doing cartwheels, and I’m torn between squealing like the fangirl I am and bolting.

Scrolls. Books. Maps. Histories. Secrets. The old woman stood across from him. Watching. Waiting. Caspian placed the medallion on a stone table. The silver artifact continued glowing faintly. Neither of them liked it. "You recognize it," Caspian said. The old woman remained silent. "You've recognized it since the moment you saw it." Still silence. Then finally "Yes." The answer was barely a whisper. Caspian's expression darkened. "What is it?"

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”

Joy had called it obscene. Samuel had tried to pocket a ruby the size of his fist. Fiero had raised one brow, and that had been the end of that. Bunker 036 was worse. A hidden library. No index, no lights. Every book bound in symbols that changed when viewed from different angles. Miriam had stood there for hours, unmoving, eyes flicking across glyphs no one else could translate. She’d marked it silently. No one questioned her. Bunker 038 had been a letdown, a so-called time machine that turned out to be a hollow set piece, possibly a distraction.

**Sophia** The tempest had moved on, yet the air was still heavy with its aftermath. The observatory was enveloped in a hushed stillness, interrupted only by the gentle buzz of the holo-table and the distant sound of melting snow dripping from the roof. Alex stood next to me, his unwavering presence providing stability in the wake of newfound knowledge. I turned the photograph of Ember over and over in my fingers, its edges soft from my touch. Her eyes haunted me, not for what they revealed, but for what they concealed. An emptiness. A reflection of the aspects of myself I dreaded to confront.

I’d found my edge—for now. It was nearly 1845. Time to head back. ______________________________________________________________________ Ares's POV “Are we going to talk about last night?” Jasmine asked. “I... I can’t. Not now,” I said. Coward. “Fine,” she snapped. “I’ll check the restricted section.” I watched her go, feeling like trash. I couldn’t afford distraction. I was Beta. And this—this was bigger than us. I turned back to the stacks. That’s when I saw it: The History of the Moon Goddess.

It was an old man who sat behind a wooden desk, one eye shielded by spectacles. The old man adjusted his spectacles, revealing his other eye; jet black with bulging veins around it. A ghoul. Damn. This wasn’t the friendly shopkeeper I remembered. “Quite the collection we have, isn’t it?” he said in a gentle voice. “Yeah, old books hold secrets. That’s why I love them,” I replied as my eyes wandered around the store. I wandered through the shelves, running my fingers over the spines until I spotted a small, dusty-looking book tucked away. Its cover read “Aurora Sparks.”

He told me Thank you for letting him know and tell me to be safe. I enter inside the library and walk over to the computer. I figured searching there first would be best. I search for the eclipse moon, and 2 books come up on the screen, and I go find both books. I sign in the system that I have them, and am about to leave when I hear something, and I look out of an open window. “Do as you are told, and don’t you dare tell anyone,” Amy says to a girl sitting on her knees. “All of you will shut up, or I will make you regret it.” Amy continues looking at the other Omegas working outside. Then she stomps off into the forest and disappears.

Arya placed her thumb against the sharp metal protruding from the mirror’s hidden safe. The prick was sharp and quick, a bead of blood welling up instantly. The metal retracted with a soft mechanical hiss, followed by a deep click as ancient locks gave way. The door of the safe creaked open, revealing what lay inside. Her breath caught. An old, thick book, its leather cover worn but unnaturally strong, sat beside a small, sleek device. The contrast between them — one ancient, the other unnervingly advanced — sent a chill through Arya’s spine.