The Amber Room Novels & Stories

Adrian took my hand, and we walked toward The Amber Room's entrance, past the man on the corner who tracked us with his eyes, past the car with tinted windows, and into the restaurant where families were eating blinis and drinking tea, oblivious to the monster sitting in the back room. The door opened, and warmth and the smell of fried food washed over us. A hostess smiled. "Blackwood?" she asked in accented English. "Yes." "Follow me." She led us past the dining room, past the couples and the old men reading newspapers, through a door marked "Private" and down a hallway to another door. She knocked twice. A voice answered from inside—deep, calm, and in Russia

I call out over the link even though I'm certain she can't hear me. Amber scribbled on the paper for a few minutes before she finally spoke again. "Ok done" Amber's voice rings through the room. I look towards her; she is eyeing the layout she made of Joey's pack territory looking proud of her work. I quickly go over to examine it. She starts pointing to places on the map and everyone gathers around us. "This is the pack house. This is where the holding cages will be in the basement." Amber says "Why would she be in the cages?" Jonathan asks

Oh yeah, Amber's coming back from her trip tomorrow" Alec's face fell at the girl's name as he felt a headache arising at the thought of the ginger head returning. "Well, let's hope she won't be as troublesome" "Amber, not troublesome? Huh, don't make me laugh" "Huh, then let us pray" Back in the dining room, Robin found herself standing before a large glass table with black leather seats placed around it. The room was decorated with a few portraits in black and white. the only colourful thing you noticed was a portrait of a red vintage car with a black and white background.

DEXTERA I stayed where I was, half-hidden in the narrow basement passage, my body pressed lightly against the wall as I watched the room ahead. The space opened up wider than I expected. It wasn’t bright exactly. It was just bathed in a muted, amber glow that came from crystal sconces embedded into the stone walls. At first glance, it looked like a library with tall shelves lining the walls, stretching from floor to ceiling, packed with books, scrolls, sealed chests, and odd artifacts that glimmered faintly as though they carried a life of their own.

Tomi warned. "Why? Ohh because of those new knives you just bought." I just rolled my eyes at such foolish remark. "Yes o, Lola." "Just go before I kill anyone of you now." And with that, they quickly vanish from the room. There were many other rooms, of course the foolish cuteprince knew. Even Cora did too. But they just like frustrating my life, and decided it was best to discuss in my favourite room. It was one of Amber's mansion; the usual kinds with oversized kitchens, master bedrooms, salt water infinity pools and a five car garage. The place was a freaking palace.

I hear him scoff. I reach for the door saying, “Have a nice life.” Pietro warns saying, “You’ve made a big mistake by coming here, Amber. You fell into your doom by stepping into this house.” His words make me worry, but I must stay strong. He can’t get to me. “Amber Bianchi, watch this before you leave,” Pietro’s unsettling tone makes me stay. I watch as he burns down my whole room; toys and dolls from my childhood, my painting milestones, and my poems are all burnt down.

It had no flashing sign, only a carved wood plaque with elegant cursive: The Amber Room. I had heard of it, of course. It was the kind of place where council members dined on alliance anniversaries. It was where arranged mates were introduced to each other for the first time. A table could only be booked through legacy connections or Alphas. Of course Logan had a standing reservation. Inside, the restaurant was candlelit, quiet, and velvet-lined. A live violinist played in the corner, and soft laughter drifted between tables. But no cameras. No flashing lights.

*Amber* Adis takes me on a tour of Catrista's tourist area. My injured arm is in a sling, and my other hand rests safely in his. “It’s about time I tell you who you really are,” Adis says, stopping in front of a large hotel. The sign reads, “Hotel and Casino Noble.” “Your father had this built five years ago. It’s the best and most expensive in the entire city.” “I don’t need to know who I was,” I reply, turning to face him. “I am Amber; the truth won’t change that.” Hesitantly, I raise my sore arm and rest my hand against his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin.

"Hop on!" I sat on it and she made it move. Looking around me, there was a flat, curved screen TV few steps away from us. Mr Coleman and Amber's room was definitely a bedroom heaven with a touch of royalty curtains, french windows and a very fancy glass door that led to another balcony. Did I mention my balcony was above a pool?

I hate you all. Not long after. Amber was brought to the waiting room. Unlike the bidding room which was plain and empty, the waiting room was beautifully crafted with crystal ornaments hanging from the ceiling, each bouncing off the soft yellow lights that shone from the floor. Amber sat in the corner on a rather large and long lounge chair, still in her kimono. At her feet were her backpack and belongings. She would be spending two whole months with him.