Novel & Cerita Broken Compass Book

I needed to reach them before Luther's people did. I pulled out my battered compass—the one my grandma had given me when I was just seven years old. Unlike normal compasses, this one didn't point north. It pointed to power. And right now, it was going crazy, the needle spinning and jerking toward the east. "She's getting stronger," I whispered to myself. That was both good and bad news. I started moving again, keeping low and quiet. The moon was almost full, giving me just enough light to see. As I walked, images of my family's burden washed over me.

With one last look at the two of them huddled on a thread bare sofa I made my way down the stairs. “Okay, we're listening, what you got?” Jakes voice sounded over the com's as I reached the fourth landing. “One of the guys has been working with some chemical expert of some kind and they have created a bomb. Well sort of, I can't explain it too well, most of it went in one ear and out the other but essentially it will work like a grenade only it should burn itself out in seconds, so no lasting damage.” “What do you mean should?” Bubble questioned sceptically.

Most of the patterns were foreign to him, but there was one spiral pattern in the center that felt intensely familiar. He picked up the compass fragment, the cold of the metal seeping into his skin. He turned it over and over, his mind working furiously, trying to remember where he had seen that pattern before. Then, a memory surfaced. A thick, star-leather-bound tome he had often read in the library of one of his masters. Rayden frowned, his murmur breaking the silence of the vast warehouse, his voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and a dawning, unexpected excitement.

It was wrapped in plain paper, taped haphazardly, with no label or return address—just a faint smudge of ink where something had been scribbled and erased. “Here it is,” she said, her silver eyes wary but polite, handing it over with a tentative smile. “Weird thing. It felt heavy, like it had rocks inside.” The compass in my other hand vibrated suddenly, its needle going haywire, spinning in frantic circles like a dervish caught in a storm.

I know exactly what I'm going to do I just need to run it pass Zeus, the Alpha, and Luna. VENUS P.O.V........ He just stood there lost in thought and confusion as I walked away. A little part of me felt awful. But after hearing what the moon goddess said I knew it was the right thing. Who and what I am. Those words kept repeating in my brain over and over again. Not because I'm surprised but because I knew there was more to me. I have always felt like I was ment to do something of a higher purpose. That was the reason I was traveling for a year. I knew my journey and answers would start in Greece. From there I had no idea. I somehow knew I would be led in the direction I needed. It was as i

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

“Take me to it.” He hesitated. Then nodded. We walked through the silent corridor. Neither of us spoke. When we reached his room, he went straight to the wardrobe. He moved several clothes aside. Behind them was a small wooden compartment. He unlocked it. Then pulled out a thick, old book. The leather was cracked. The pages were yellow. There was a strange symbol carved into the cover. I recognized it immediately. The same symbol I’d seen in the abandoned territory. My heart tightened. “You’ve had this all along?”

Because the thing you thought was a mistake might actually be the very thing that leads you to the most beautiful part of your life. And if the day comes when you feel like you're lost… Breathe. Rest. And keep going. Maybe you aren't really lost. Maybe life is simply redirecting you toward the place where you truly belong. To everyone who read from the very first page to the very last word… To everyone who waited for every chapter. To everyone who commented. To everyone who reacted. To everyone who fell in love with Maeve and Keiv. To everyone who got annoyed with Vanessa. To everyone who wondered about the twists.

Jaymianne asked her secretary whilst placing another tea. Cheslea crouched beside her and held her hands. She smiled, reassuring that her boss deserved everything accomplished in her life. "What makes you think that?" "I don't have siblings and my parents died leaving the bankrupt company to me. My life has become a mess ever since I met that man." "You deserve everything, Jayme. The money that passed to you and the company you restored. We don't have much staff but we still operate because of the clients who trusted you so don't think that you aren't worthy of your achievements."

my wolf grimaces uncomfortably. “You’re not wrong on that one,” I shudder, quickly flipping the page over. The further I delve into the book, the further deteriorations I can see to its neglected condition. I can’t help but notice the thread holding the book together has begun to fray, struggling to contain the historical accounts listed inside. Its layout subtly begins to shift the more I push on, gradually altering with each entry included allowing me to differentiate between the multiple rulers listed inside.