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.”

Elaina’s breath caught as he pulled out a thick, aged book bound in dark leather, its surface etched with faded symbols that seemed to shimmer faintly even in the low light. Her heart skipped. “No,” she breathed. “Yes,” Jone said, eyes twinkling. “I call it the dragon compendium. I think you music tunes you speak of is in it… the one you’ve been missing.” Elaina stared at it, stunned. “How… how do you have that?” The book looked exactly like the one they had left behind in the palace… only a little rough due to previous handling. She almost thought it was the same one but she remembered Drake had most warriors were given to book to study from.

A single drop of blood fell onto the compass. The needle jerked. It spun once, violently, then shifted again. The compass moved. It unbelievably moved.

Right now, the only thing that was helping him was bits and pieces of recollections of his survival training guide that he had learned while being in the boy's scouts. Creed took out his 'IOT Compass' that he always kept with him. This Compass was a present from his mother. The time when Creed had not opened the Chakra, this device had helped him a lot to judge his course of actions in critical situations. Creed was glad that he still had the compass, or he would have to open his Chakra, which might tip off nearby beasts unknowingly.

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