Amber Spyglass Book Novels & Stories

I’m seeing it up close and this time, it’s firm and angry and quite surprisingly longer than what I have. The dimness of the night was more than enough to shine light to what I’m currently seeing. It’s my first time seeing an actual specimen right in front of my face. I grabbed the thing and it was warm, very much hard and alive. I was about to take a deep breath before doing what’s on my mind but Ambrose had already grown impatient. “August!” Ambrose moaned my name out like he’d been waiting for this. I’m pretty sure pleasure has taken over his body as I felt his hands dominantly grabbed my head and the next thing I know; my mouth was full.

Taking a seat gently and trying to behave herself Amber collected the documents that Alek pushed towards her, there was nothing in the first page as she turned to the next. "What is wrong with the writing I can't see anything!" Amber said out loud as she kept flipping the pages. "Need mine?" Alek said raising a pair of glasses and holding it towards her, Amber stared at the hand and not the glasses, it was veiny and his fingers were long was what was in her mind as Alek pushed the glasses closer looking up at him she shook her head as she actually took her time to imagine how he would look like on glasses, it reminded her that she knew nothing about him and she was about to give nine months

"Fine, sorry." The purple stone catches the light, glowing with a deep, inner fire. The silver chain is freezing, just like the book's clasp, but the pages themselves are starting to radiate a strange heat. It feels like the book is breathing. It is alive in a way that makes the hair on my arms stand up. Sombra pads over to me, her blue eyes fixed on the jewelry. "What is the plan?" "I think I have to touch them together." I take a shaky breath and lower the amethyst pendant onto the center of the blank page. The room goes dead silent. The air feels thick, like I am underwater. I can see dust floating in the sunlight, but the particles are not moving. Everything is frozen.

The moon guided her path down the corridor, until she stepped out into the open courtyard where the pool shimmered like liquid glass. She sat at the edge, letting her legs slip into the cool water. The touch of it sent a shiver up her spine. Her short white kimono robe fluttered softly in the night breeze, glowing faintly beneath the silver moonlight, an ethereal goddess unaware of the storm about to unfold. Alessia looked down at the book resting on her lap. Something deep inside whispered not to open it. But curiosity… it was a dangerous, hungry thing. She brushed the dust off the cover and flipped to the first page. Cobwebs clung to the paper, delicate and ancient. A spider crawled lazily

It was not until the day when I recalled how Snowie could hear my thoughts that I realized something was not right. She thought that I had deliberately written Man as Nan, yet she did not know that at that time, my right eye had been blocked by my hair. I miswrote. The paper still had traces of my correction. I suspected something was wrong with my right eye, so I secretly took it off, put it in my bag, and went to have it checked immediately after asking for leave from my teacher. Sure enough, upon opening it, I found a state-of-the-art surveillance device inside, placed there no more than two weeks ago.

“Explain, please… I’m confused,” I sighed. Dee stood, walked to the door, cracked it open to peer outside, then quietly shut it again. Her irises turned a misty white. “Aza Demos Debuf,” she whispered. The spell rippled through the room like a wave. I felt it crawl beneath my skin—the air grew heavy, sound vanished. The chamber was sealed. Dee’s eyes faded back to normal as she returned to sit beside me. “The book,” she began slowly. “It was said to have been burned and destroyed centuries ago—but it chose its own fate.”

"You never have been." I believed her. But that didn’t stop the fear settling into my chest. Because even if I wasn’t alone... what was coming felt bigger than all of us. And I had the sinking feeling the book had only just started to tell me the truth. Amy returned a few minutes later with a steaming mug. The scent of chamomile, lavender, and something faintly citrusy curled into the air. I wrapped my hands around the warmth and murmured a soft thank you. "Would you like some privacy?" she asked gently, glancing toward the book still resting beside me, its faint glow not quite hidden beneath the throw.

Author’s POV Amber sighed, torn between wanting to be left alone with her thoughts and a tiny spark of curiosity about whatever Bella was offering. She ambled back into the room, dragging her feet, and saw Bella holding out a hardcover novel like it was some kind of miracle cure. From where she stood, Amber couldn’t even read the title, just a glossy cover with swirling gold lettering and two shadowy figures locked in what looked like an intense embrace.

The smell of old parchment, dried sage, and damp cellar immediately flooded the small cabin. Reaching inside, I pulled out a massive, leather-bound tome. The cover was cracked, unmarked, and held together by frayed iron hinges. I dropped it onto the wood with a heavy thud, followed by three smaller, equally ancient books. "Bro, this is giving major Salem witch trial vibes," Amberly muttered, stepping closer to inspect the pile. She poked the cover of the thickest book with her index finger. "Are we about to summon a demon? Because I feel like my life has enough drama right now."

Veronica asked, the lady did not even flinch at the sight of the dead bodies, true that she was known as the most heartless woman and deadliest Spy in the agency. “Approximately, two weeks or 17 days, not more,” Aryan said as he looked at the broken shades of glass. “Traces of any weapon?” She asked recording all the information. “Looks like a gun is missing but I can’t figure out what they have been stabbed with, brutal murder I must say,” Aryan commented as Sid looked around. With his lances. True that there were not many fingers and the ones he found belong to the dead ones. “Sid, examine this one,” Aryan said pointing at the glass that had some blood on it and a very faint fingerprint.