Broken Compass Book Novels & Stories

Other memories surged too, and many of them involved the six men currently facing off with Pytor’s dragon. She squeezed her hand, looking down at the compass. It was now a mass of twisted metal, sand from the melted glass, and a few tiny shards of glass. A wave of mourning went through her at the compass’s destruction, but she sensed this had somehow fulfilled its purpose. Sam had passed it to her, either knowing, or at least hoping, it would help her in this fight. She wasn’t sure how much of the future he’d seen, but it was enough for him to equip her the best way he could after his passing.

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Ink rivers reversed course again, all flowing toward a single point near the far end of the field. Bookshelves shuddered and dragged themselves into a rough circle around that point, pages tearing free of their bindings to spin inward, a papery storm. The bus—its outline faint in the mist beyond—flickered on one of the headstone faces like a screen, then off again. “All right,” Jax said. “Pretty sure it noticed.” “No kidding,” I muttered. From the center of that whirlwind of books and ink and stone, something rose. At first, it was just… mass.

The ocean was churning, grey waves slamming against the stone, sending spray high into the air. "This is the spot," Cale said. "It's the edge of the world." "It is the edge of the continent. The world continues." "You ruin every moment with geography." "I ground you in reality." Cale reached into his pocket. He pulled out the silver compass. It was tarnished, scratched, battered by a hundred years of use in a dozen different timelines. The glass face was cracked. The needle inside spun lazily, refusing to settle. "It looks tired," Elion said.

The air itself seemed to stir around her—the archive responded, as if it recognized the blood thrumming in her veins. “This is everything ever written about us,” I said quietly, glancing down the rows of shelves. “Bloodlines, packs, inheritances. If there’s anything tied to you… its trace will be here.” I drew out the compass—an ancient relic that didn’t point north, but to the strength hidden in blood. The moment Nyra stepped closer, the needle began to tremble, then suddenly spun sharply, almost violently, and fixed itself toward a shadowed corner. There, bound in thick chains, rested a black tome. Upon its cover, a sigil glowed faintly silver: a crescent moon, three stars, cradled in wing

“Damn it.” I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hide the tremor in my hands. “You can’t just expect me to keep following you blindly. Someone broke into my room. Someone left me a note. And now men are talking about making me… disappear.” My voice cracked on the word. His head snapped toward me, his eyes blazing. “What note?” I faltered. He closed the space between us in a single stride, his hand gripping the wall beside me again. “What. Note.”

Phil still accepted his parent's gift and hugged them, tired from the party Phil excused himself and made his way to his room. Entering his room, Phil found it strange since his bedroom window was wide open, the wind blowing through the curtains, he walked and closed the window and saw a strange package on top of his bed. A rectangular package covered by brown paper and red twine holding it, Phil furrowed his brows and checked his room to see if something was stolen but saw that nothing was touched. Curious Phil opened the package and in it was an old book. The book was bound by leather and it has an image of a compass, a crescent moon covering one side, and a Greek ship at the bottom, on th

Walking over to Daniel he opens the carriage door for me, and I climb in. Inside the carriage, I wrap the red cloak around myself allowing it to hang off my shoulders. Pulling the paper from Gregory out from where I had it tucked in my pants, I unfold it reading its contents. There were no words it was just a simple map showing the roads to take in order to find the blacksmith and the commander's home. Tucking the paper away, I sit the silent sway of the carriage nearly lulling me to sleep. I am about to close my eyes, when Daniel opens the door, popping his head in.

He never got to finished what he was saying when many black wolf entered the premises and when they saw him they started to bring out those teeth and started to yelp. They started to circling where Liam was standing while he was also glancing at them one by one. Looking behind him and then to his front. There is one leader of the pack, they were just waiting for his signal to attack Liam. When they got the signal just by staring at hos eyes they already know what would that be and even Liam knows that sign. When he saw that sign, Liam prepares himself to engaged while he was waiting for them to attack. Upon getting the sign from their leader, they turned their heads to Liam and prepare to at

Before he walked out of the house, Ben grabbed the blanket that Imara had just knitted and her favorite book from the table. As he met Haldir and Thorin in the yard, Ben slid the dark brownie beanie Imara made him over his head and tucked in his ears. Ben slid the book in his waist pocket then slung the blanket over his shoulders and tucked it into the bag straps to secure it. Thorin handed him Imara’s knife and Ben looked at it as tears filled his eyes. “She never had a chance, even with this.”