Novel With A Key Novels & Stories

On moving day, my mother-in-law blocked the entrance to the complex, kneeling on the ground and begging me to sign a letter of forgiveness, claiming Richard had been mistreated inside. I didn't even roll down the window. I pressed the gas and drove past her. At the new home, I handed Lydia a brand-new access card, its surface embossed with gold patterns. "Lydia, this is the card for the new house," I said. "From now on, this will be your exclusive pass." Lydia wiped her hands and accepted the card with a solemn nod. "Madam, don't worry. I'll keep it safe. I'll always have it with me!"

Authors Note: The Human is book number one. The New Age King is book number two. I highly suggest reading book one before reading the sequel, but if you don't want to you can manage the second without doing so. The one big thing in the first book was Goddess Selene's curse. She cursed all lycans to be born in wolf form. Their first shift wasn't until the age of ten. Thank you so much for reading. "Please, Selene, slow down. Where are we going," I ask as the Goddess in front of me practically sprints down the wide corridor?

I whispered, "My desk" he choked there was a key between our hands, I had asked him about the key he wore around his neck countless times, but he would get this far away look in his eye, and then he'd reveal he could not remember where he got it, he just knew it was important, but it seems he remembers now, he took his last breath and died, I screamed. I called the police and ambulance, they came and took my statement, I told them everything but I didn't mention the key, there was no need to.

Ona is searching her shelves for a book of stories, her hands moving rapidly as she scans the spines, and checks to see if any books are hidden inside of other books. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you!” Ona gasps, exasperated. “Okay, where is it now…where did that blasted book go?” Eventually, her fingers find a small, pink book. “Ah, here it is.” “The Story of Carnelia the Great,” I shrug, “What of it? I can assure you I’ve read it a dozen times and I haven’t seen anything remotely connected to our situation.” “This,” she holds the little pink book aloft, “Is the key to everything. It’s not just a fairy tale, it's a history book.”

••NO POV•• "Let me show you something interesting!" Florentia giggled, Alexandra looked confused, "Interesting?" A dim glow from the bedside lamp casts soft shadows across the room, highlighting the delicate golden key in Alexandra’s palm. It was small, light, and seemingly ordinary, but Florentia’s expression said otherwise. “This,” Florentia said, her voice low and measured, “isn’t just any key, Alexa, this is a legacy, a weapon, and now, it belongs to you.”

The shadow of the character swallowed the pillar dragging Elara's arms upward trying to pull the black ledger from her grip. ​"Elara, take the key!" Julian whispered, his face almost gone now. His features were a see-through outline that shook against the flames of the burning column. With his bit of strength, he reached into his torn pocket and gave her a heavy blood-crusted iron key. It was the one with the scar on it. ​The moment the iron key touched her ink-stained skin, the gold letters on the cover of VOLUME TWO flashed bright violet. ​The text didn't just change the room. It tore it apart.

The heavy brass key felt icy in Maya’s sweaty hand. In the dim, red glow of the Story Farm, the tag that read "Master Override" burned like a tiny fire. Ahead of her, the Writer—the man she once called a friend—kept his electric gun aimed straight at her heart. His finger looked ready to pull the trigger. "Drop it, Maya," the Writer said. His voice had changed; it was sharp and cold, like a prison guard. "That key isn’t for a character. It belongs to the people who built this world."

We are trapped in our own snare. The Poisoned Gift: On the morning of the tenth day, a package arrives. No flowers, no book. A small black velvet box. Inside, on a bed of silk, rests a key. An old key, made of wrought iron, of severe elegance. Attached to it, a simple card: "Freedom has many doors. Some are more beautiful than others. - K.V." The key. A symbol so simple, so powerful. More powerful than all the poems. It promises neither passion nor love. It promises an exit.

"Now Rachelle! It needs the Veronesi counter!" Rachelle pressed her thumb to the glass. SCAN COMPLETE. ACCESS GRANTED: R. VERONESI. ERROR: SECONDARY VERIFICATION REQUIRED. INPUT SECRET KEY. I froze. "A secret key? I don't have a key! Father never gave me a code!" "The key..." Rachelle whispered, her eyes widening. She reached into her bodice and pulled out the rusted iron key Nikolai had given her at dinner. "The physical key! The one from the archives!"

Shadow Land was no longer an easy place to get in or out of. The crystal key had the power to seal the portal to Shadow Land forever if in the hands of the right people, or open it in any time dimension to the point it could never be sealed if in the hands of the wrong people. Along with the other parts of Lucy’s life the amnesia also stole recollection of the key. It was believed she hid it somewhere in the great house before she was taken, but no such crystal was ever found.