The Keys Novels & Stories

I grasped the key in my pocket, my finger trailing over the dark marble as I followed Camille and Helena. "What room are you in, Rachel?" Helena asked, her light voice echoing down the hallway. I frowned at her before replying, "I have no idea." "Look at your key, they have numbers on them." Camille chuckled, pulling her own out. Camille's key was different from my own, small and silver with the number three etched in a seafoam blue. Eying Camille's unique key, Helena pulled hers from her pocket. Helena's key was bronze, the number eleven sat on the key. The number was the color of amethyst and was raised from the dark metal. While Camille's key looked brand new, Helena's seemed old and worn

Aiys said honestly. Keysa remembered all the strange traits and attitudes of Aiys lately, especially earlier. When Aiys asked Keysa to accompany Aiys around the school. Remembering that, Keysa's tears fell again. Keys is sorry. Seeing Keysa crying again, Aiys was surprised. "Why Keys?" Aiys asked worriedly. Keysa was silent for a moment, "Sorry," said Keysa's mouth. Aiys was surprised, "Do what?" asked Aiys. "Sorry, I don't want to accompany you around the school," Keysa said honestly.

⸻ The house closed faster than any house had a right to close. Nicholas had lawyers. I had Samuel. Apparently paperwork became very efficient when several people in the room billed by the hour. Two weeks later, we had keys. Actual keys. Not Keeper keys. Not blood-activated keys. Not keys opening underground chambers. Normal house keys. I held mine up. “This one isn’t going to reveal a secret passage, right?” Nicholas looked at the front door. “Don’t say that.” I laughed. “We should check.” “No.” “What if there’s a dungeon?”

"You heard what Luna said. She doesn't know you. Lorenzo, once you lose something, it's gone for good. That goes for people, and for their hearts." I grabbed Luna's hand and turned away, not bothering to look back. That was when a tall, broad-shouldered figure walked out of the hotel toward us. Matteo. He slipped the briefcase out of my hand, then leaned down and scooped Luna up. He kissed her cheek, and she burst into giggles. "What's taking so long? I was getting worried," Matteo said. Luna looped her arms around his neck and pointed behind him, excited. "Uncle Matteo, there's a weird man back there. He's been kneeling the whole time."

It would also cost us time to run back to the palace, try to somehow get this key from Matron without telling her why we needed it, and come back here again. I was not sure if we had that much time. “I am coming to that,” Keltia added and looked at those keys fondly/ She took out all the keys by unlocking the hoop and placed them all on the stone dais in front of us. I saw that they all had runes and symbols etched on the keys, and each key matched the symbol on the stone table. She took some time, patiently placing each key against the identical symbol on the stone table. I began helping her while the two men watched us curious

Sophie flopped onto the living room sofa, holding a tub of ice cream and a spoon in her hands. She reached for the remote control on the coffee table and used it to turn on the large LED TV in the cozy room, randomly flipping through the channels. She hadn't realized it was Thursday until she landed on channel 39, which corresponded to GHShow, and came across an episode of "The Key to the Heart."

It's a stroke of luck that could be a game-changer. Eskaal approaches the keys with caution, taking care not to make any noise that might alert nearby Guards. He reaches out and grasps the keys, his fingers closing around the cool metal. With the keys in his possession, Eskaal's heart races with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. He moves swiftly to the heavy wooden door and inserts the correct key into the lock. The mechanism turns with a soft click, and the door swings open, revealing a dimly lit corridor.

Unlike her mansion in Paris, her house here is only a few distance away from its neighboring houses, which I really like. The car pulls up when it enters the house’s gates. And before Davide and I can enter the house itself, one of Vivienne’s men hands Davide two keys, which confuses me. The keys are different in looks and in size, which makes the other impossible to just be a spare. Davide stares at the keys for only a few seconds and already understands what I’m not understanding yet. I ask, “What’s the other key for?” “One for your house and one for your car. This car,” one of Vivienne’s men replies, while pointing to the bla

“Eva!” Eva started forward. Adrian caught her hand. “Wait.” Amelia shook her head. “I'm okay.” Eva stared at her. “Did they hurt you?” “No.” “Are you sure?” Amelia nodded. Victor smiled. “You see?” He looked at Eva. “Three keys.” Eva frowned. “You keep calling us keys.” “You are.” “Then why do you need us?” Victor walked toward a large metal door behind him. “Because the archive can only be opened by all three.”

The day I finish my college entrance exam, I drag my suitcase back to my parents' house downtown. When Mom opens the door, the first thing she says is, "Now that your college entrance exam is over, stay home for a while." She says a while, not for good. There are three children in our family. My older brother, Samuel Stroud, and my younger sister, Isabelle Stroud, have always lived with our parents, while I was raised by my grandparents. Samuel has his own study, while Isabelle has her own bedroom. I sleep in the living room. Everything they give me is temporary. My toothbrush is disposable, my slippers are disposable, and even my towel is disposable. I don't even have a key to th