The Golden Key Novel Novels & Stories

The sky cracked. "Do it, Maya!" Kael roared. "Be the Queen of the Cinder! Wake them up!" I stepped into the grey. The cold was absolute. It felt like my skin was being flayed by a thousand tiny razors. I reached Kael, my hand finding the center of his chest. Beneath the tattered fabric of his shirt, I felt the "Gold." It was a hard, glowing sphere of energy, the core of the Alpha. I raised the rusted key.

"Benson if we do not put the codes in now the air will run out. That thing will put us back in the pods.. Tear us into pieces!" The Desperate Race Benson jumped for a metal pipe lying on the floor. He swung it with all his strength. CLANG. The pipe hit the Harvesters metal arm. The vibration sent Benson staggering back. It gave Maya a few seconds of time. She dove for the computer screen. Her fingers moved over the symbols. The screen was blinking. It showed the symbols of the Golden Key and the Silver Pen. "Think, Maya!" she told herself. Her eyes were getting blurry because the air was so thin. "The Golden Key was for the heart. The Silver Pen was for the truth."

Letting their closeness comfort me, the way it always has. It’s not too long before Issac comes back with three books handing each of us a book. I look over the maroon colored book that looks to be centuries old and place my fingers over the title. ‘The Golden Goddess.’ My eyes look back up to Issac and he smiles. “We don’t have a lot on the golden wolf here. Maybe the king can help us get a few more books to research. Or we can ask him what he knows.” He says and I shake my head, “I don’t want to know what he knows. If the books are out there, I’ll find them myself.” Issac looks disappointed but nods and looks back at the book.

Too special to let die. And most importantly, she was holding something in her hand. A golden key. It glowed softly. No one could take it from her. The moment someone tried to touch it, strong magic pushed them away. “She is still holding the key,” whispered one of the young healers now, looking at her hand. “Even in sleep.” Suddenly, the door opened. A tall woman with silver hair stepped inside. She wore a long green dress and her eyes glowed like stars. She was not smiling.

She looked defeated, the life nearly gone from her eyes. I handed her a handgun and a key, causing her eyes to widen with a spark. “In the next day or two, you’ll hear the sounds of a battle raging up above,” I told her, taking her hand in mine after showing her how the weapon works. “When that happens, I want you to use this key to free everyone here and make your ways upstairs and outside. If anyone tries to stop you, then feel free to use this on them.” “Who are you,” she asked, all the other slaves looking over curiously now.

But my real focus wasn’t my reflection. My focus was on the project. The clients. And the determination not to let Damien Hayes think I am not capable. I wore my old black heels. They pinched slightly, but they made me feel taller. _____________________________________________ At the Grand Arc Hotel, my nerves were like many little sparks tickling my skin. Golden light filtered down through the chandeliers. The chandeliers had a shape similar to an upside down crystal fountain. Light reflected off the marble floor. The floor was polished. Shadows of moving people became moving shadows.

The silver fracture spread across the Master Key. A sharp metallic sound echoed through the Hall of Readers. Crack. Every candle flickered at once. The First Reader slowly turned toward the ancient key in Adrian's hand. For the first time... His expression changed. Not fear. Recognition. "So..." he whispered, "It has finally awakened." Adrian looked down. The Master Key had stopped glowing silver. Instead... Thin streams of golden light escaped from the crack running through its center. The stranger's face turned pale.

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.

“Why not?” Nyx watched the two ports glowing on the map. “Because someday they might need each other again.” He studied her for a long moment. “You think long-term.” “I think survival,” she said. Silence filled the chamber again. Then the doors opened. Professor Halvern entered first. Draeven behind him. Director Valerius last. Their footsteps echoed softly across the chamber floor. Nyx turned toward them. “Perfect timing,” she said. Halvern approached the table, studying the map. His eyebrows rose slightly. “You escalated quickly.”

They were "Unmapped." "We're home," Silas whispered, his voice finally human. "We're 'Unread', Silas," Lyra replied, leaning her head against his shoulder. But as the peace settled over the family, a sudden, sharp vibration shook the ground. Not from the mountain. Not from the boy. From the "Key of Absolute Existence" that Kaelen was still holding. The Key wasn't violet anymore. It was turning a solid, glowing "Genesis Gold." Kaelen looked at the horizon of the North and saw a massive, iridescent "Portal" opening in the air.