Broken Compass Book Novels & Stories

Finding the stone was of utmost importance but no one knew what it looked like, not even the history books could give a perfect description of it. Many folklores gave different narratives of what it was perceived to be so there was no telling on how to recognize it. Kylian was swift in his search around the room but found nothing out of the ordinary. With dashed hopes, he turned toward the exit when suddenly pages of the book he had received from the witch doctor fluttered open by themselves, one after another, like they had a mind of their own. It was as if the mystery hidden within couldn't wait to be revealed. Kylian watched in sheer surprise as a compass emerged, pointing to a particular

Very quickly and they rushed over to my side as they glanced at it. "What is it doing?" Damon asked me. "No idea." I responded as I was confused. "Was it glowing like this when they held it?" Jacob asked. "Not sure." He said. I took it up and noticed the button above as I waited a little while looking around. "No, don't go around pushing button you..." Damon was saying to me when I clicked it. In that moment, the compass came to life as it was running around wildly. It seemed to be trying to point in either direction but I was not certain. For all I knew and cared, it was broken.

It's like a mix of emptiness, depression, and the feeling of craving her. I just want her next to me, I want her in my presence. I want her in my arms. I need her. I kept thinking as I continuously kept taking swigs of the bottle. My vision started becoming more blurry as I started loosing my balance. I got a notification and it had nothing to do with Kat but it somehow reminded me about her. I typed in her user and cried when I saw her last tweet. It's obvious it's about me. (A/N it's what she tweeted in chapter 22)

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

Instantly, the steel wire disintegrated into several black needles. She counted the needles, and there were precisely eighty-one of them. “Huff!” Thea took a deep breath. “Is this a coincidence or fate?” She was slightly perplexed. James obtained Crucifier, which could save lives, but she acquired Exalter, which was for taking lives. Moreover, she also found the Book of Malice. Although she had not opened the box, Thea knew the Book of Malice was within the box and would also have records of Demonic Breath and Murderous Energy.

******** After some hours****** "Wake up" something said to me. I immediately got up and look around and I could not see anything, I needed to continue my journey into the boundaries. I brought out my round compass given to me by the wise wolfs this time as it was what was going to lead me now. I looked upon the compass and it was pointing North, I closed it back and put it in my pocket. The North is always harsh with alwasy critical condition. "Who the hell would want to just stay there" I said to myself

Sofia walked in and seemed to be blindly reaching for something, tripping over her own feet. “I need it, I need it, where is it?” She spoke confusedly, groping around the things in the room without really seeing them and rubbing her arms again. I closed the door and went to meet her immediately. “Where is what, Sofia?” I asked, holding her hands once more to prevent her from scratching herself any further. I could already see some blood spots where the fingernail had broken through the flesh. She hardly seemed to mind this.

He has to get to his child. We can push the door open far enough for me to slip into the opening. It is handy to be small sometimes. I enter the room, seeing the cause of the obstruction is a bookshelf. It must have tipped and lodged itself against the door during the earthquake. I tip the bookshelf back against the wall, letting Brixtius have access to the room. A room with furniture strewn all over the place. "Eurydice!" I yell out, hearing her cries from under a fallen dresser. Brixtius moves with speed and lifts the wooden furniture like it weighs nothing.

I asked, “Yeah, first, you are of royal blood, and that is a huge clue...” she pointed out, and I almost laughed at her statement. I was an abandoned orphan, a test subject to human experiments. "Also, we need to follow our hearts and trust each other,” she smiled, and somehow, I found her endearing. “Alright, let’s see what these books have to say about the compass... and we will trust the route all of these points out.” I took another book and started reading... I looked around, trying to find the magical word of this scavenger hunt ´compass´. I scanned the pages, focusing on the words with precision. The title of the section I had stopped at was Legendary Magical Objects.

The loud thump of Annie's boots on the hardwood floor signaled her arrival even before her fragrance, a rich mix of pine and lavender, filled the space. Cecilia glanced up from her position by the hearth, where the dancing firelight scarcely mirrored the chaos within her eyes. The wolf inside her stirred, anxious and restless, mirroring the discomfort that filled her chest.