Broken Compass Book Novels & Stories

Adrian answered softly. “The Island of Crossing.” Silence. “The Ferryman never meets anyone on land.” ⸻ Before another word could be spoken— Every light inside the estate dimmed. The antique compass lying on Vittorio’s desk… Began spinning wildly. North. South. East. West. Again. Again. Again. Then suddenly… It stopped. The needle pointed… Not north. But directly toward the hidden bookshelf in the study. A loud mechanical click echoed through the room. The bookshelf slowly slid sideways.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. The silence in the compendium pressed harder now. It wasn’t the quiet of emptiness. It was the kind that listened. The kind that waited. My fingers hovered over the page again. *Breaking the Curse.* The words felt heavier this time. Because now I knew. It wasn’t just incomplete. It had been stolen. My pulse quickened at the thought. Someone had been here. Someone who knew exactly what this book held. Someone who knew exactly what to take. And more importantly—

My heart began to‌ race as I ope⁠n‌ed the‍ lid. There were no p⁠ape‌rs inside‍. In‌stead, I found two matching silver compa⁠sses. One was⁠ new‍ and the other was bent, its needle stuck poin‌ting northwest. Beside them w‍as a torn photograph wi‍th b‌urnt edges.

Inside was an old compass, its needle spinning wildly, unable to stop. The room fell silent. Pierre's face turned deathly pale, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Anyone who's watched TV dramas knows that when a compass spins, it could mean something unclean is present. But now, with the compass spinning nonstop, it's clear... "This is..." Amelia was about to reach for the compass. "My father's keepsake." Pierre quickly straightened the painting and pushed the compass back into the compartment: "Just an old item, it's worn out, nothing special."

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

They are quietly for a while without talking to each other but before they could finish up their meal Alice's pendant suddenly began to glow as the compass wings began moving, then pointing towards the south. The four travellers looked at each other and then at the compass in confusion, the south was Aceland and they had already left Aceland and travelled right across numerous countries to another province which was a long way to go back. "It's pointing towards home, meaning we have to go back." Alice said as she stood up. "If the swords were back at home then why didn't the compass react a long time ago and made us travel this heavy long distance?" Mario asked in confusion, Gagé pulled Alic

Jim explained, “Boss, it’s difficult for the Nostro Compass to deduce things that will happen in other spaces. Since the compass has an induction with the five books, I’m sure that the fifth book will be born in the space the opposite of Mount Whiteface. However, I have no idea what kind of situation and environment will take place in that space and when the fifth book will emerge. “Aside from that, the compass also gave me a reminder. Master Magus should tag along with you on this adventure. He will help you solve a lot of troubles.” Magus said, “In this case, I will accompany Tyr on the journey.” “Thank you, Master Magus.” Tyr and Jim thanked him gratefully. Magus waved his hand and smiled

I wake with a start, breathing fast, pulse raging. Julian’s asleep next to me. I slip from the sofa and head downstairs. In the basement, I search for air. I find the stack of evidence, flash drives, passports, the compass. I run my finger over the compass. Twice. Slipping. I realize something: the compass has more than one chamber. I twist it open. Inside, folded tight, is a tiny note, inked in my mother’s handwriting: “You hold the key. The rest is on the back of the compass.”

And I certainly won’t want that not until I read enough books to get rid of my sorrows. “ How could she do this to me?” I squat in front of the book, tore into two parts. It is as though my heart…life was torn into two parts. I picked it up, as it was soaking with my tears. “ What is wrong with Sage lately?” she was gradually behaving like Lisa, heartless, manipulator.. best at being the victim. Wiping my tears, I tried to fix my book myself, but one thing I am sure of it would never remain as it was.

He reached into one of the packs and pulled out a thick leather-bound book. “That’s it?” “Yes.” Garrik's mysterious decoding book looked like it had personally survived several wars. The leather was cracked. The edges of the pages were uneven, and when he opened it, I was fairly certain part of the binding considered giving up entirely. I stared at it. “You couldn't find that?” “I have a lot of books.” “You should organize them.” “You got lost walking out of a village.” “That has nothing to do with organization.” “It has more to do with it than you think.”