Archies Mysteries Novels & Stories

Each step she took reverberated with the memory of wings and starlight, of molten power spilling from her skin. She had not returned to the settlement. Not to the pack. Not while her soul still trembled with questions no one dared name aloud. Who was she now? What was she, truly? And what did the magic, ancient, living, relentless want from her? So she followed the only thread that hadn’t snapped beneath the weight of prophecy. The legends. The forgotten truths buried where no light touched. That meant only one place. The Forbidden Archive. No one went there. Not willingly. Not even the elders who spoke of old magic with tight lips and tighter memories. The archive was sealed beneath the tem

Soft golden lights pulse gently in the walls like the whole building is breathing. As we continue our walk, Zara points to different wings, explaining things as we go. “That is the Council Hall. And that large curved building is where the Royal Archives are kept. You'll love it, they contain scrolls and records older than most supernatural kingdoms.” Listening to her talk makes me more aware of how huge this world is and how little I know about it. And yet, deep down, I feel like I’m meant to be here. We approach the back gardens, and I pause.

"And the Moonfall Kings hid their secrets here." I placed my thumb on the concealed scanner, and allowed a small wave of my Royal magic to flow through the wood. The bookshelf popped open to reveal a glowing blue computer terminal, pristine and connected to the continent's ancient computer mainframe. I settled in and started furiously typing on the ancient keyboard. I ignored the usual architectural records I had been using during the war and unlocked the secure, encrypted historical archives. "Search for 'The Veil'," I said, as lines of code scrolled down the screen in English. "Search for 'Crimson Court'."

Lyss asked, fear clear in her voice. Maren’s face went pale. “We have been here too long. The Archives are reacting to our presence. They were meant to be accessed briefly, not occupied.” Another tremor, stronger this time. Cracks appeared in the stone floor. “We need to leave,” Rowan commanded. “Now.” They ran, retracing their steps through corridors that seemed to shift and change as the Archives destabilised around them. The glowing path that had led them in was gone, leaving them to navigate by instinct and desperation.

But right now, with the runes on the ground, the blood still steaming, and the brothers standing on either side of it, it clicks, at least partly. I need answers. I can't get them here. I glance one last time at the scene before backing away, careful not to draw attention. And there's only one place I can think of where I might find the truth. The Archives. The sacred, dusty, locked-up Archives of the pack. *** I sneak into the old hall of the Archives, my palms are slick with sweat. I'm getting used to sneaking now. The wooden doors loom in front of me. I push them open, praying no one hears.

Seeking answers, she found herself drawn to the Silverclaw archives, an ancient library filled with records of their history, past wars, and hidden truths. Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting eerie shadows as she ran her fingers along the old tomes and scrolls. Something pulled at her senses, an unseen force guiding her deeper into the archives until she reached a dust-covered chest in the corner of the room. It was locked, but as soon as her fingers brushed against it, a hidden mechanism clicked open. Inside lay an ornate pendant, its silver chain gleaming even in the dim candlelight. The moment her fingers closed around it, a vision slammed into her like a tidal wave.

Shelves rose three stories high, disappearing into shadows. "Everything you seek is here," Scribe said. "But knowledge has a price." My stomach dropped. "What price?" "Honesty. The archives demand truth from all who enter." Those blind eyes turned to me. "You carry secrets, bond-breaker. Dark ones. Painful ones. To access what you need, you must face them." "I don't understand." "You will." Scribe pointed to a door. "Through there. The Morgath collection. Everything we know about her magic. Her curses. Her history." A pause. "But you go alone."

“How?” “There’s an old library,” Zack said, leaning forward slightly, his eyes flicking toward the floor as though he could see through the wall itself. “Down in the attics, beneath the pack house. Shelves full of old records, scrolls, things collected long before us. There are books about bonds, about gifts, about curses.” His gaze snapped back to mine. “If there are answers, they’ll be there.” My breath caught again. I’d heard of the attics before, there were whispered rumors about the Moonclaw archives where secrets of the past were buried but only few were ever allowed inside.

The central stone pedestal split down the middle with a deep, grinding roar, sliding back to reveal a hidden archway framed by two massive, ancient dragon-scale pillars. "Enter the Archive of the Unbroken," the guardian declared, its voice echoing with heavy solemnity. "For two thousand years, no living foot has crossed this threshold. What rests within will shatter the very foundation of the world you know." Seraphina took a deep breath, her bare fingers brushing against her sternum where the five Moon Hearts thrummed in unison. "Let's go." They stepped through the archway, descending a short flight of translucent, starlight-infused stairs. As their boots touched the floor of the subterrane

Isabella, her ex, and the mysterious figure moved swiftly through the dimly lit streets, their footsteps echoing in the quiet night. The urgency of their mission hung heavy in the air, driving them forward despite their fatigue. "Where exactly are we going?" Isabella's ex asked, his voice a mix of skepticism and curiosity. The mysterious figure glanced over their shoulder, eyes scanning the shadows. "There's a hidden archive in the old part of the city," they replied. "It's where the Order of the Moon keeps records of ancient relics. If the relic exists, it will be mentioned there."