Golden Compass Series Novels & Stories

“No, we don’t need the dead weight. And thanks to that damn Silver Myst, no Pack in this country will risk buying slaves. Hell, they won’t even mistreat their omegas too badly for fear of him showing up. The Rogue King was already planning to organize a event with his Gamemaster before we left, as a way to make some profit off the captives while also removing as many extra mouths to feed as possible.” I ignored that last part, worrying about that without any details was pointless. Isntead, I let my mind wonder to what he first said. I’d heard about the reports during the war, about the Silver Myst attacking Packs and Covens who enslaved or abused their weaker members. No one knows where the

"Mr. Grissle, can I take a look at this painting?" Without waiting for an answer, Aria had already lifted the edge of the artwork. Behind it was a hidden compartment with an old compass inside. The needle was spinning like crazy. It wouldn't stop at all. The room went dead silent. Jubal's face turned white as a sheet, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead. Anyone who'd watched those spirit-hunting shows knew what a spinning compass meant. There had to be spirits nearby. It was clear why the compass wouldn't stop spinning at all.

Though he wanted to create even more mayhem, no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t seem to increase the intensity of all the shaking by much. After staring at him for a bit longer, Gerald then shook his head before asking, “Is this what you’re trying to achieve?” With a gentle wave, the compass—that had been in Master Crawford’s grasp—instantly flew into Gerald’s hand! The compass now in his hands, Gerald began murmuring a barely audible chant… Before anyone could realize what was happening, an explosive sound was heard as the compass emitted a blinding light that painted the entire hall in a golden glow! As if all that wasn’t already shocking enough, an inhuman roar was soon heard, and e

When Kamikakushi’s agents start fighting Tyr, they’d show up to assist the squad in seizing the compass. Both sides were set for a showdown. Takahashi was ready to fire on Tyr and his peers on the warship. The Grand Priest had summoned all of his vitality energy and was preparing to start a battle the scale of a Demigod. Jim was holding the Nostro compass in his hand on the island. All of his thoughts were drawn to the runes on the compass. He couldn’t have anyone bothering him right now. He was present in a beautiful artistic conception. If he was disturbed, he would almost certainly die on the spot.

“I, for one, cannot wait for this year’s Trials. Some of the challenges I thought of all by myself. And I’m eager to watch it play out.” Rhys scanned the crowd, his grin widening as the air suddenly grew stiff. Toby couldn’t help but be impressed. The Gold heir had a knack for producing such a sinister vibe that emanated whenever he willed it. “From this point forward, I, the great Rhys Gold, and my associates Toby Irons, Arthur Leadquist, and Maddox McCopper will now be known as your Metallic Lords. Or Lord for shorts, we’ll give you that preference.

Everyone scattered around the shore to find the shelter for them to halt. Karen walked in the opposite direction of the river flowing and found a pendant crescent-shaped. He knelt on the shore, to hold the pendent and cried by holding it. Zohan placed his hand on the shoulder of Karen to console him. “My lord?” Karen stood up with leaking eyes and turned to speak his mind, “Zohan, I am sure my Axe is here. See this (Karen showed him the crescent-shaped pendant), I gave her this.” Zohan showed his concern, “My lord. Worry not. The pendant’s presence indicates we are ahead of our success. She must be alive.”

Maybe it’s time to focus on why we’re here. Finding gems. Just a few minutes later I felt people around. Something in my pocket vibrated. I picked up that thing and saw Chrysler’s compass, it was the compass he gave me. "What's that?" Zavan asked, referring to the compass I was holding. It vibrates louder and louder. "Chrysler's compass." My short answer. I saw the frown on the Prince's face, then he suddenly snatched the compass from me. "Wa-wait, that was given to me!" I shout. But I was shocked when he threw me a golden circle.

It was the Compass—the final gift Grandpa Liam had left them before disappearing into the wild again. It was made of carved bone and black iron. Inside, floating in a vacuum, was a needle made of shimmering Violet Crystal. "It never points North," Nova spun the compass on her finger. "It just spins and spins. Like it’s confused." "Maybe it's broken," Ash strummed a chord on his guitar. "Or maybe it works like that pirate compass in the movies. It points to what you want most." "This isn't a movie prop, Ash," Alex adjusted his glasses, looking at the device analytically. "It contains a micro-gravity core. Dad said Liam forged it with dust from the original Meteorite. It reacts to electromagne

It was a soft, unshakeable fact delivered in the idiom of their mutual existence. The compass. The instrument that had guided sailors through turbulent seas for centuries. The emblem Jonah had placed at the center of his painting, Hearts at the Helm. The very instrument that had been the inspiration for the ring on Jonah's own finger, a circlet of brass and teak. And Jonah was offering it to him, engraved with this.

Her smile, laced with blood, looked haunting. A Haunt swept in, scattering the cash and gold bars from the car. Sparks flew, and the flames roared to life with a loud whoosh. I pulled a gold bar from my pocket. "Hear me, infant spirits, it's time for our final showdown!" The winds howled as I watched my mom wail in despair. Her tears were for her wealth, not a shred of worry for me. I spun around and plunged into the swirling darkness without a second thought.