Amber Spyglass Book Novels & Stories

It slipped off the shelf into her waiting hand, the pages already turning to the very entry her mind was seeking. Strangely, the bird was observing her just as intently, an intelligence in its gaze as it watched the pages of the book open without her hand. She brought the book in front of her and glanced down to look at the photograph of the harpy eagle. The eyes were round and shining with intelligence, but they were not black. The eyes in the picture were a bright amber with a black pupil. She let out her breath slowly. Something was wrong with her bird.

I asked to fill in the silence. “I have my own library references, which are only a few, if you remember from when you first got here.” I nodded, noting that Amyra was actively listening to us and her knitting sat on her lap while she rocked. “I’m going to go through Gabriel’s library with a little spell that will pull me to any book that mentions silver hair or eyes.” “That’s a fabulous idea. His library is the size of a wing in a public library building.” “Seriously, and I bet he’s never read any of it.”

she asked, eyeing the collapsing ceiling beams. “It’s here,” I replied calmly. She frowned. “How are we supposed to find anything in this mess?” I stepped further inside, my boots crunching over broken stone and brittle parchment. “The book isn’t ordinary,” I said. “Dark leather binding. Silver etchings along the spine. The symbol of the abyss burned into the front.” Ansel blinked. “That narrows it down to… one in a million.” I glanced at her over my shoulder. “Then start looking.”

“You didn’t send a call. But you leaked it. And now the dark knows where you are.” Althea’s blood ran cold. Umbra rose, stepping between her and the room’s far corner, teeth bared at nothing visible. A shadow shivered against the wall—wrong, misshapen, then gone. Hiraya saw where the dog stared. Her face paled. “You see? Already.” Her voice broke. “Bunso… you’re a hammer. And right now, you swung yourself straight at the one family clever enough to use you as a weapon.”

“And this Aym guy- he doesn't seem very fond of you.” “He's not,” Samael smirked, watching me open it. I gasped- the book, though ancient-looking on the outside, had crisp, new pages with mechanically printed script. “I commissioned this from him over the week's end. You'll have to guard your throat and vital areas if you encounter him any time soon.”

Their footsteps echoed in the dark as Amelia, Gabriel, Lucas, and Remus climbed into the depths of the ship. The narrow passage seemed to close in on them with each rung, the flickering torchlight casting shadows that danced like phantoms along the walls. Amelia felt a thrill beneath her ribs as they reached the chamber's stone floor. She had never seen anything like it—the walls were covered in symbols, twisting and alive, and the circular table at the center was dominated by a crystal cylinder that pulsed with an eerie blue light. Inside, a scroll lay curled, ancient and waiting. "This has to be it," Amelia breathed, her eyes wide with wonder and fear.

“Hands on the glass.” She pressed her bound wrists against the cool surface as best she could. He spun her to face the city, hiked one of her legs up, and slid back inside her from behind. The angle let him go impossibly deep. Amber’s breath fogged the glass. Her huge tits bounced with every thrust, nipples dragging against the cold pane through her thin blouse.

Inside lay a single sheet of vellum, wrapped tightly around a small, glowing shard of Amberite—the highly volatile mineral used to stabilize high-tier solar magic. Silas leaned over my shoulder, his large, scarred hand flattening against the small of my back to anchor me as I unrolled the parchment across the marble balustrade. The document wasn't a standard military order. It was a precise, terrifyingly detailed architectural blueprint of a massive, wheel-shaped mechanism suspended over a deep-sea cavern.

“We were not to be part of this spectacle.” He and the others had been quite content to watch this ‘spectacle’ just a few moments ago. The irony of Ambrose’s words was laughable, but she kept her face blank and her internal chuckles to herself. After his squire and supposed surprise gift a week ago, Knight Ambrose grace his presence in Countess Castle, telling her to absorb the plan on stealing the codex of demon. Also referred to as the Demon's book, it was a massive tome, written thirty years ago by a priest who was said to have made a deal with the Devil to finish it.

Surprisingly, Amberleigh was able to fall asleep quite easily that night as was Leo beside her. The two orgasms they’d given each other during Leo’s sponge bath probably had a lot to do with that. When Amber’s bladder awoken her a couple hours until sunrise, she was startled to see an outline sitting in Leo’s desk chair in the soft glow of the Himalayan Salt lamp. But she recognized the shape of the intruder as she knew his body well, better than his heart or mind. In many ways Grayson Godwin was still a mystery