The Key Trilogy Novels & Stories

"You're never this happy to see me, but you're overly excited to open a secret door." I sighed, throwing my eyes to the side. "Adriano. Come closer." He was about to say something, but I stopped him with a kiss. "Now shall we?" "Okay." He smiled, like a crazed teenager in love. "The books have to form THE KEY." "So which books do we need to get the key?" "No, I mean the answer to the puzzle is THE KEY. The first words of those books will form those two words." "Oh." I beamed.

“You don’t get to die until this is over.” I snuffed softly. “Hopefully.” He clasped my forearm in a warrior’s grip. “Come back alive. I need you.” It was harsh to leave in this manner, but I had a mission. I didn’t promise. I turned and left before anyone could say more. I wanted to live, but a sacrifice was a sacrifice, afterall. As I stepped out of the tribe, the forest swallowed me whole within minutes. The Seal Key grew warmer the farther I traveled, niggling subtly toward the northeast, as if an invisible thread were tied between it and its target. The atmosphere changed in nanoseconds with shadows stretching perversely between the trees. Even the wind felt wrong.

Thus, enveloped by the glow of the Moon, Hunter, the triplets, and I walked together toward a future filled with love, adventures, and the promise of a united family forever. THE END

Night had fallen upon the land of Athena quicker today. People who remained around the villages locked themselves in knowing what was to come. Rumours had spread about the night quicker than anything they had seen. Mothers had sent their children into secret tunnels hidden around villages, with the males rushing around to put on armour and find weapons. Something bad was coming and they could feel it. The days of the riders had finally vanished and all had now lost hope. It had been over a year now since the attack on the kingdom, and no one had hope.

I looked back at Tristan “You lost your mother because she was already sick Trits. It was fate that was given to him. Have you seen my mother? If you saw it just once, would you still have the heart to carry out your original intention?” Tristan covered his reddened face, I held Tristan's hand. “Do you also know that my father's death has something to do with the organization Trist? And did you know that right now, they also want to kill me?” Tristan looked straight at me again, I was right what I thought. Tristan must be crying. I took a tissue and gave it to Tristan. "What does Key mean? You never said that TBS was involved in your father's death and is currently targeting you. You've only

Rhett has been spending less and less time at MacTire and more time traveling the continent to establish more enforcer locations and seeking out more Hunters to join him while he builds a better and fairer justice system that benefits Humans, hybrids, and shifters, bringing to life Lamia’s vision of a new era. Travis has also come a long way, He may only have the title of Alpha but truly he has become the king of MacTire. He seems much happier according to Rhett, especially since Oliver was caught and Travis had him executed. Things in our kingdom seem to be evening out, people are happy, business is flowing and though we may not all be together we are still close and our friendships are str

I never met his father, but it is said that he was a good man, worthy of the throne. As I gazed at the relics neatly arranged in his study, my eyes fell on the books I’d stolen from Dymion and I saw it on a table by the corner with some more history books that belonged to Keith. The moment I spotted those books, my eyes shone in realization. These books are so precious to him, and as it seems, I’m beginning to think that these same books hold the key to defeating Dymion.

Jackson was pulled into the ebony wood, his nineteen-year-old form dissolving into a series of flickering, golden frames. "This isn't the end, Darlene!" Jackson’s voice echoed from the key. "The Fifteenth Cycle is the Lid of the Abyss! If you break the key, you release the First Hunger!". "Then let it be released," I said, my voice sounding like the first morning of the world. I grabbed the ebony key from Eryx’s hand and slammed it into the wooden key of the Thirteenth Gate. The world went black. Then violet. Then a deep, pulsing Emerald.

It was the seventh year we spent living separately after the marriage. I came to see Blake Shaw, and once again, my key broke and was stuck in the keyhole. I quickly called Blake. He said, "You probably got the wrong key again. Stay in a hotel. I'll come back and open the door." I looked at the sticker on the key and froze. The key was right. He changed the locks. Before I could think further, my father called, and he laughed heartily. "Of course he's out! He came over first thing in the morning, and he brought gifts! Then, my best friend's call came in. She was drunk from the sounds of it. "He's drinking with Zack. Your man's growing to be a good drinker." Then, my brother's call came.

she whispered when the ankle of the key was found from the bottom of the ward. She quickly returned to Dale's bedroom to open it. She struggled because she didn't know the right key for his bedroom. She doesn't have any other option but to try all the keys in that bundle. After a few tries, she finally hit the key and opened the door. That was just how shocked she was when she saw the scattered broken glasses on the floor. There were a lot of scattered pieces of paper. There are a few books also scattered on the floor. Her eyes also caught the blood drops on the wall.