Novel Key Novels & Stories

"And as your grandfather was dying, he left you this message telling you to find Mr. Jim? "Yes. And this key." Sophie laid the gold key on the coffee table in front of Alexandra, placing the Priory seal face down. Alexandra glanced at the key but made no move to touch it. "He left you only this key? Nothing else? No slip of paper?" Sophie knew she had been in a hurry Inside the Louvre, but she was certain she had not seen nothing else behind the painting. "No, just the key." Alexandra gave a helpless sigh. "I'm afraid every key is electronically paired with a ten-digit account number that functions as a password. Without that number, your key is worthless."

It was no ordinary key—the design was intricate, engraved with symbols of unity and strength, and it radiated a faint, mystical glow. Alph stared at it, feeling the weight of the decision crushing down on him. This was the key that could open the gates of Hampton - they had been the gates securing their territory for generations. Once opened, though, they could never be closed again: the magic that bound the gates was total; the decision was irrevocable.

When his father turned towards the door, he frowned and shook his head. “That’s not possible Max” Jon said “There’s only one key and I have it. No one else can get in” “Dad, I’m telling you, the door was open!” Max said, his body walking up to the door “No Max, your father’s right” Carrie said with a frown “There’s only ever one key that gets passed to a new keeper. This is that door we told you about, the room that helps us with a book. As a fail-safe, the door automatically closes and locks itself. It’s enchanted to do that”

It was Luna he loved, not Keira. Then, thoughts of the golden heirloom key floated into my mind. I had to mention something about it. “The festival is something we can wait for,” he drawled, and I smiled. “That reminds me; I'm writing a book, and it will have a festival in it. By the way, the book is about the Golden Heirloom Key. The secret powers it contains, the consequences of having it. Advantages, disadvantages… I'm just, you know… compiling it all.”

Aria suddenly understood. "No way..." The Witness gasped. The Eater lowered his sword. And Lyra felt her heart stop. Because she understood too. The Key wasn't an object. Wasn't a weapon. Wasn't a location. It was a person. The Null King roared. "NO!" Reality shattered. The darkness surged wildly. Too late. The truth had already emerged. The Key had been hidden inside the fragments. Inside the Fifth Gift. Inside every choice. Inside every possibility.

The entry on Anna's journal had became irregular on days when she was sick. On the last part of Anna's entry she revealed that she is feeling that her life is in danger therefore she must made some measures to ensure that her daughter Olivia and stepdaughter Sarah will be shielded from the danger that might happen. A very unusual ending for her journal entry was instead of a full stop a drawing of a key was drawn very tiny that for a regular reader it looks like a series of periods had been place. But Rachel taking note of the unusual print took a magnifying glass to see clearly the markings thus she discovered that it was a drawing of a key.

Their meetings were brief. "It's good to see you too, Rico." Sabatine did not look up from his monitor, still flying his fingers. "What have you got?" "A persona. Flying around the regular circuits. Someone is very happy, and very reserved. A payday that enables you to retire on a desert island and never be heard from again." Rico slouched forward, his tone dropping. "They're marking the product 'Master Key.' Does it mean anything to you?" Aegis. The unbreakable lock. The Master Key. It all made sense.

“The book says that the key holds the tunnels in place. If they’ve found the key, and it looks like they have, then the tunnels may shift but not dislodge themselves out of order.” “Do you think that iron bar in the floor is the key?” I asked Cadence but would’ve taken an answer from anyone. She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. That seems awfully simple, though. “I think the key is more like a map key than an actual mechanism.” Christian’s voice grated on my every nerve, even if what he had to say may have been insightful. “If they’re standing in a hub with tunnels shooting off in all directions, and someone managed to pin it down so they don’t shift out of order, I would say the key is actua

"Hmph! It's just a kid. What's the big deal?" "Well, for us, it's the most important thing in the world," I calmly replied. "I wish you two a happy marriage." Alice and I turned and left, leaving Natasha and Connor behind. … A week later, while reading the news, I saw a shocking headline. "Famous Designer Natasha Doyle Swindled Out of Her Company's Funds by Newlywed Husband Connor Gibson—Company Suffers Massive Losses." Less than 48 hours after marrying Natasha, Connor emptied all of the studio's bank accounts and disappeared without a trace.

“I don’t know. Maybe. That seems awfully simple, though.” “I think the key is more like a map key than an actual mechanism,” Christian said, not even glancing in Cassidy’s direction as he spoke. “If they’re standing in a hub with tunnels shooting off in all directions, and someone managed to pin it down so they don’t shift out of order, I would say the key is actually the hub itself, not the metal holding it in place.”