The Lost Key Book Novels & Stories

Keep calm, dear,” Miss Harmony said. “Once you have been given the key and you touched it, it remains yours and yours alone. This key was given to you, dear. And it knows it belongs to you, so if you lose it, it will find you wherever you are, when you want to enter any of the rooms of the main building and those near Elmbridge School of Magic, where you are allowed. It will be in your possession all the time and will help you get where you want.”

“Pretty or not, her attitude sucks. I never want to deal with her again.” Yeah, sure, buddy. I didn’t argue, just grinned and grabbed his wrist, dragging him through the halls of the packhouse. We rushed up the stairs, moving fast. As expected, all the guards had been stationed at the party—leaving this place completely unguarded. Losing Luna’s Key meant I couldn’t open the door anymore. But thankfully, my dear brother was a lockpicking expert. It took him less than a minute to break us in. The moment the door clicked open, I sprinted inside. Straight to the bookshelf.

I interrupted "What is it" "I found this book under the bed," I said as I tried to open it but couldn’t "Damm it, it needs a key" I whispered "The key is here," Lyon said as he handed it over to me "Where did you get the key babe?" "It was wrapped on the piece of paper" "Is there something written on the paper" He turned the paper around before he spoke "Nothing is written on it" he said as he threw the paper on the floor I grabbed the key and unlocked the book before Liv spoke

Justin reached for my hand, wanting to comfort me, but the feeling of doom had already set in. “It’s all ripped, all of it!” I pressed my hands to my burning hot cheeks. “They got here first and destroyed everything, Justin. We will never find it in here. Never.” “No, Helen, don’t go giving up just yet,” he said, kicking a pile of books away with his foot. Underneath a pile of shredded book papers sat a pretty, gold key, swirly and ornate at he tip. “We might not be in the right room after all.”

"Well yesterday he came to ask me about your book. And it was weird because it was the 3rd one in the series. He didn't even know it was yours or your name. He just wanted a background check on it so I told him it was yours. He then Alpha commanded me to tell him everything about you. He said it was a clue. What's going on there?" "He wants to go on a date with me and I said only if he could tell me what my name was. He couldn't, so I gave him the book as a ‘clue’. I didn't realise he would come to you about it." I say with a mouthful of ice cream. "Giving him a book that was written by Day Dreamer is a nasty hint." "I didn't really want him to figure it out. He gave me these sad puppy dog e

I quickly locked the door, scared that someone would see us. “Why are you here?” I asked for the second time. Wait, I remember that he was leaning against the wall. I did not see him going to the lady’s desk and got keys for a room. “Are you here because the lady forgot to give you a room? Let’s go. I’ll talk to her” he then lifted his right arm and showed me a key. If he was able to have a room then why is he here? “I heard what the guy said. Is it true?”

She walked straight into his living area, which had been quite tastefully - if a little ornately - turned into a cosy little library, complete with a large fireplace and wall-to-wall bookshelves. Haden gave her a questioning look as she went over to one of his bookshelves, giving him that same knowing smile as her fingers traced the tomes that filled the shelves, before they found a particular one, and tilted it outwards. Oddly, it clicked, then tilted itself back, just as a portion of the shelves slid inward, revealing a hidden hallway behind. "I.. what?!" Haden stammered, "Has this been here all along?! Where does it go? Why did no one tell me?!"

A physical memory of the struggle. "There's another way," I said, my voice turning cold and hard. "Kaima, there isn't time—" Rowan started. "The Librarian said the Key was a sacrifice," I said, stepping toward the desk. "But she didn't say it had to be a **person**. She said it had to be a 'Story.'" I grabbed the golden key. It felt hot, like a live coal. "What are you doing?" the Glitch asked, her voice trembling.

Just my husband. "Is it over?" Bryan asked, looking at the house. "I think so," I said. But then I felt a weight in my pocket. I reached in and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. I hadn't put it there. I opened the book. Every page was blank except for the very last one. On the last page, there was a single sentence written in fresh, red ink: 'The sequel begins when you turn the key.' I looked at our new front door. There was a key in the lock. It was made of solid gold, and it was carved into the shape of a wolf’s head.

"Dead." Gabriel searched her pockets. "Boss..." He found a folded note and handed it over. Lorenzo opened it. Only one sentence was written: > *The first key was never the prize.*> He frowned. "What first key?" Just then, the monastery bells began ringing wildly. A Shadow Wolf burst into the archives, out of breath. "Boss! The Royal Archives!" "What about them?" "The brass key... it's gone." Lorrie, who had followed the commotion, stopped in the doorway. "What?"