The Golden Compass Movie Novels & Stories

(POV: Zareth) I sat at the wooden table in my temporary quarters and stared down at the small metal amulet we had recovered from the altar in the grand hall, turning the trinket over in my hands while the strange red light pulsing from its center began to shift into a steady silver beam, and I leaned closer to watch the beam point directly toward the western wall, which made me realize the trinket was actually acting as a compass pointing straight toward the cult's hidden headquarters in the old district.

"She was begging for my help, and I pushed her away! All because of your lies!" Melora turned blue. She struggled wildly. Artemis pulled his crazed wife away. But his eyes looking at Melora were as cold as death. Zale stood up slowly. The pressure of the Sea God crashed down on Melora like a mountain. "Melora." His voice was a low rumble, like a judgment passed in the depths of Tartarus. "You took the Golden Apple. You killed Kressa." "No!" Melora shook her head wildly. "I really needed that apple!"

But I refused to be weak and break down and cry anymore. I opened the door ever so slightly so I could see them properly. Miranda was seated on the couch, her head craned to meet Bradley's gaze, who was standing in front of her. His hands were in his pocket, his eyes boring into hers. “We still have to be careful,” he growled. “Whatever. Just don't forget our deal,” she said, raking her hands up his torso. “You get the Amsterdam Empire's hidden treasures and I get Leon all to myself.”

He pulled his hand back as if he’d been burned. I looked down at the object in my palm. It wasn't a jewel or a flower. It was a compass. It was heavy, made of dark, oiled oak and polished brass, unlike the elegant jewelry of the court. The glass covering the dial was thick, and the compass needle itself was unnaturally long and thin, shaped like a miniature crescent moon. "What is this?" I asked, looking from the strange, serious gift up to his guarded face. "It is a specialized navigation tool," Demetrius explained, his tone strictly formal. "The needle is forged with iron drawn from the deepest mines near the Canyon. It is shielded from the localized magnetic interference caused by the ill

"How is the wine?" "Excuse me?" "Your father's vintage. Frank's reserve." He nodded at her glass. "Enjoy it. I'm told the company is changing hands by the end of the week." Celeste laughed, though it came out a fraction too high. "You've always had a flair for the dramatic." "Mother." Jason didn't take his eyes off Celeste. "If you please." Georgina set the velvet box on the low table between them and lifted the lid. Inside, on white satin, lay a spent brass shell casing and a curved sliver of crystal from a shattered goblet.

Countless golden palm prints crashed into the wall of light, like rain hitting the surface of water, stirring up ripples. The Moonlight Fairy's strength was quite extraordinary, and she managed to physically resist the bombardment of these innumerable palm prints. "Great Compassion and Mercy Palm!" Golden Cicadas eyes were pellucid and calm, without showing any emotion—joy or sorrow. He was not enraged by her words.

Meanwhile, Luca and remaining walked in. "What do you get?" Evan asked Luca. He said everything we learned from that rogue. "A may-be-wolf who covered his scent hired them to kill you", the boy beside me stated. "He could be a pack wolf or another rogue", Alex said. "That prisoner said that he eavesdropped on a part of a phone conversation that a red-eyed man had with someone else. He didn't get any names from it. But he heard mention of gamma's mate", Luca said, looking at Ryan. Our guess was correct. It was indeed pearl moon.

"You're....you're not bringing me here to kill me are you?" He laughed and suddenly swerved the car to the right and bright lights suddenly came into view. I looked out the window and my jaw dropped open in surprise when I saw that there was actually a big restaurant right in front of us with golden lights everywhere and dozens of cars parked by the side. People were dining outside around tables aligned in two rows and waitresses and waiters attending to the few of them carrying wine bottles and some placing their meals on their table. This was a real fancy restaurant right here in the middle of nowhere.

I greeted the security guard sitting on the chair when we walked in. "Hey, it's been long, how have you been Sir?" He asked. "I have been well, although I want to ask you for a favor. I want the video of Cleo's anniversary party, I want to watch it at home with Cian." I said with a smile. He frowned then shook his head. "I can't help you, sir. My boss strictly ordered me to never give the surveillance tape to anyone." He answered as I sighed and removed my cheque book and pen.

Kai was incredibly satisfied and so was Dorian. The ground shook slightly as a golden glow formed in between Serena’s palms. Dorian’s gaze swept across the room as every person’s face had turned from arrogantly proud to absolutely pale. His gaze switched back to his mate. Her eyes were now the color of molten gold.