Novel & Cerita The Amber Spyglass

Zephyrus’ POV I went inside Annabeth’s house, hoping to get some lead on Lena’s whereabouts. Annabeth gestured for me to sit on a couch while she sat opposite. Under the dim light, I saw the bright, highly reflective crystal ball on the table, the size of a grapefruit. I sat down, watching her work on the crystal ball. She lighted two candles on either side of the obsidian crystal ball. With her half-closed eyes, Annabeth placed her hands on the orb, muttering some chants to create a perfect scrying spell.

Their footsteps echoed in the dark as Amelia, Gabriel, Lucas, and Remus climbed into the depths of the ship. The narrow passage seemed to close in on them with each rung, the flickering torchlight casting shadows that danced like phantoms along the walls. Amelia felt a thrill beneath her ribs as they reached the chamber's stone floor. She had never seen anything like it—the walls were covered in symbols, twisting and alive, and the circular table at the center was dominated by a crystal cylinder that pulsed with an eerie blue light. Inside, a scroll lay curled, ancient and waiting. "This has to be it," Amelia breathed, her eyes wide with wonder and fear.

"Ms. Alyssa and Mr. Jasper have always been formidable rivals. "Their company boasts exceptional talent, and they hold significant influence. They know how to sway people. It wouldn't be surprising if someone was helping them." "They certainly know how to sway people. I'm just uncertain if they've managed to win over someone under my nose, unbeknownst to me." As he finished his sentence, something flashed before Amber's eyes. Suddenly, Jameson raised his hand and hurled the wine glass at her. She staggered backward, narrowly avoiding a direct hit to her head. However, the glass shattered at the tip of her high heels, splashing her with wine.

Chapter 112: Lady Elizabeth’s Jewels *** Amber’s POV To my pleasant surprise, I find that I am suddenly overcome with desire for my husband. It is hard for me to contain how badly I want to undress him in front of this perfect work of art and worship the work of art that I desire even more. “It is I who am the lucky one in this scenario,” he replies, and I see in his gaze that the intensity of my desire matches my own, “When we can get away, I will gladly demonstrate.”

The heavy downpour drenches Amber completely. She recalls the time she first saw him, he was scary but attractive, and now, she’s back to the point. The point where it all started. “My mother always told me that I’d melt the coldest hearts with my fire, but I guess she was wrong,” Amber mumbles as tears drop into the puddle formed next to her leg. Her tears drop like shards of crystals. Her vision was cloudy and everything was spinning. The Next Day

“The last time we spoke earlier, you said something about an Amber…” Mara straightened, confusion furrowing her brow. “You mentioned that I looked like an old friend of yours called Amber?” Elder Summers nodded slowly. “Yes. An old-er friend of mine. Amber was older than I was, she was also older than your mother too.” She nodded towards me. “She was a wonderful white wolf, who had the healing ability bestowed on her by the Moon Goddess. She was about two years before us. A sweet sweet wolf…” she looked up.

Reese pulled a slim glass vial from his pocket and smeared the reader with a clear gel. “Borrowed this from a friend in Munich,” he said. “Tricks the scanner into thinking it’s just been used.” The light turned green. The door slid open with a hiss. --- Inside was a chamber straight out of Mara’s nightmares. Rows of black server towers hummed in dim blue light. Screens suspended from the ceiling streamed lines of shifting code, the characters warping in ways that made her eyes ache if she stared too long. And at the center, on a pedestal of glass, sat another cube.

“Tell me where the manifests are, or your life is going to end miserably. I don’t have time for games.” “Never,” the butler spat, his eyes wide and bloodshot. “I’ll die for this family.” “Okay,” I said. I pulled the trigger without a second thought. He collapsed against the wall, his body sliding down to the floor in a heap. As he slumped over, something heavy rolled out of his inner coat pocket and skidded across the tiles. The Amber. It glowed with an eerie, warm light that seemed out of place in such a violent room.

Amber laughed, but I didn’t back down. I swung the mop at her, using it to deflect her attacks. She snarled, baring her teeth, but I held my ground. “Am going to break those ugly things,” she said between gritted teeth. There was no way I was letting her do it. I clutched the mop tightly, determined to protect myself and my glasses from the witch’s wrath. Without my glasses, I felt vulnerable and exposed. But Amber wasn’t just ready to stop not until she got what she wanted, after all she was a Daddy’s girl who got everything she wanted with just a snap of a finger. She was a spoilt brat!

Amber replied. Amber had been a part of the crew for the past five years now. She managed our inventory and purified the blood so we wouldn't get sick. I'm sure her parents had no clue what they were doing when they named her Amber, as her name is the very definition of a mineral that acts as a natural purifier and is able to draw pain away from the body. Amber would often suck the poison from the wounded, and she, too, came from a long legacy of vampires who saved many of our people during the Great Vampire Raids.