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It had a long tail with long hangings and a little goatee under its chin. In fact, like all other proles, a Iuba was a beautiful being, with an innate elegance and grace, but when you looked into the piercing yellow eyes of these beasts, you could see their true nature. They were monsters, created to plant nightmares in people's heads and this sight would cause Maddox again one or two sleepless nights, because before someone had put a bullet in this Iuba, he had ripped the blond woman's throat out .

And that horrible feeling that made her think that they were kidnapped so her uncle could take Cody, it almost gave her a heart attack! But seeing the old couple waiting for them to wake up was a shock… What were they going to do? Kill them and then perhaps hide their bodies in the back of their truck? That was probably the food they sold there, human meat, cooked human meat! Carmen scowled, her eyebrows almost meeting in the middle. What kind of sane person would think like that?! Except her of course, her imagination was the wildest… She mentally rolled her eyes and stared up at the troubled look on Adrian’s face. Her eyebrows raised, seeing that he was already staring. He seemed to have zoned out and was not intentionally gazing.

She sighed as she looked at me. "What's the good news?" I asked. "The good news is this book didn't go missing on my watch. I just somehow kept missing that it was supposed to be there." She explained. "Apparently it was one stolen a few years ago when there was a breach in the pack, this was something that happened before Jaxon came in to take over Dark Moon." "That's great that it wasn't on you then." I responded. "But what's the bad news?" "The book title is The Moon Goddess' Unique Creations." She was hesitant to keep going but she did anyway. "This is the book I needed to go through to determine what exactly is going on with you. It's the only copy of it and someone took off with it years ago."

I made my way to my room to change and then to Killian's office. I stood to the side where Killian kept his books. I looked through all the titles. I wondered how we had such different tastes in books. Someone, I thought it be my brother but yet he felt like a stranger. There was a book with a torn cover that looked old. I tugged it off the shelf and opened it to the bookmarked page. This was a Gideon witch grimwar. Why did Killian have this? The page that was bookmarked was written in Latin or Greek, I couldn't tell I had to get this to Ellen. I put the book in the back of my jeans and pulled my shirt over it. I felt dirty stealing this from Killian but I also felt like he was hiding something from me. "Listen, Maddox, I wish you didn't see that. I was pissed that Lucy was giving me the cold shoulder so I went to that werebar in the city, I may have had too much fairy weed and booze. I will tell Lucy, I will."

She bent down to pick it up. "The Art of Pain" she read on the book cover. "Written by Lirio Dorado." She looked up at the person who had thrown the book. It was a young man of the same height, thin, with white skin. He was dressed in a casual black coat, and a black woolen hat covered his head. She looked at him coldly, adjusting her scarf with her right hand while holding her umbrella with her left. She dared to say, "Sotomayor Jina, you will never change..."

He will hate seeing me like this, and the thought brought a smile that touched the corner of my lips before I let the darkness claim me. . _ Have you checked out the new book? Twisted Marriage- A Dark MMF MAFIA ROMANCE A. Gupta

He knew that the stories of the Silver Moon Tavern & Inn would forever remain a part of him, a reminder that even in the midst of darkness, there existed a beauty that transcended time. And so, the abandoned building continued to stand, a silent witness to the passage of years, its corridors echoing with the laughter and tears of the past, and the memory of a curious werewolf who had ventured into its depths on a moonlit night. Wow, was this supposed to be a horror story? I looked at the cover of the book and saw it was a collection of short horror stories. I did not find this story so scary to be honest. I found it more funny than anything else. Maybe because my life was always just me and Suaco. Let’s see if we have another story in here to make me sleepy.

You might find my characters irritating at some point of time but there is the reason for such behaviour which will be revealed over the period of time. To tell the truth, I am extremely addicted to werewolf stories. That's why I decided to give a try on writing a book on werewolves. I don't know whether werewolves are real or myth but if it is actually true, I would trade anything in my power to become one without any second thought. Hope you understood my craze for them. And I warn you that English is not my first language and there might be few mistakes/errors in my book. I apologies for them in advance and I highly welcome your reviews of my book. Feel free to share your thoughts.

But I was going to play along because I wanted to talk about my book. "The manuscript is complete. I send it to my editor. Once that's done, my editor will be sent it to my publisher. Hopefully, they will publish the book by the middle of next year," Jessica nodded, intrigued by my answer. "If you don't mind me asking, what is the book about?" I am glad she asked. My book is going to be a typical vampire story, but there are twists and turns. I'm hoping to give it a more gothic theme rather than romantic.

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

With some effort, I managed to push it open, revealing an enormous underground chamber. My breath caught in my throat. The chamber was filled with rows upon rows of old books and scrolls—an ancient library dedicated to werewolf lore and magic. The walls were lined with shelves crammed with forgotten knowledge, and in the center of the room stood a large, intricately carved table covered in tomes and manuscripts. I approached the table, my eyes scanning the titles. Many of the books were written in old, nearly forgotten languages, but one tome caught my attention. It was bound in dark leather, the title barely legible: "The Lament of the Moon."

In anger and rage, his eyes turned completely red and he disappeared from everyone's sight with the speed of light. "Have you found that thing for which you came here?" Moroi Ace Denzell stood behind Ms. Anastasia and said in a low voice, "It's very rude. Don't steal like this when the family is not in the house. Very bad manners." Hearing his voice, Ms. Anastasia got scared, and the book fell from her hands. "Hey, you are faster than I thought," he picked up the book that fell on the ground and read the name of the book in a loud voice. "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves by Witch Rosaline."

Alessandro Emilio read the words again and again. Gold Stolen. His anger knew no bounds. He wanted to slay down all those who dared to cross him. Of course he had an idea who could it have done. The ICE. They were only Mafia in Mexico that would dare to do something as foolish as taking enmity with THE SCORPIONS. Federico Zack is the man who always wanted take lead in Mexico but as long as Alessandro is alive, he and his gang ‘ICE’ will never be recognised.

Gonzalo nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the hearth. "Someone as special as you," he murmured. "And it is yours now." The journal became my refuge, offering glimpses into a world where myths and reality intertwined. Each entry revealed more about werewolves, about the community he belonged to, and their struggles to maintain a balance between two worlds. It was written fiction, but Gonzalo did not know that werewolves were real. Whoever owned this book encountered or spoke with a werewolf. Was it Caleb? Because of the way it was written and the descriptions, it seemed like Caleb.

It left a dark circle on the floor and the fairies had disappeared into the red liquid. I shot up in terror and began to lose my balance from springing up so fast. I reached over and grabbed the desk to catch myself and I began to realize that my hand was getting warm, almost hot. I looked over as it launched into a full burn in my hand. I yanked my hand away, turned and bent over to investigate the book that I had rested my hand on. It was a black, bound book that looked almost like burnt flesh. As my face got close, the cover flipped open and pages began to turn. It stopped at a page in the middle and I looked closer to realize that everything was in a different language, Latin, maybe. As I continued to look at the words, the letters began to snake around and spell out the name, 'Adamar.' I pulled back in confusion and stood up again. Suddenly something grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. A scream let out between my lips as I was looking directly into the beast's hideous yellow eyes.

It was then that she spotted the ancient spell book her grandmother gifted her on her fifteenth birthday and hope sprung forth. “I can think of only one thing to do to keep ye from his grasp and, possibly, reverse -or at least lessen- the bloodlust ye have,” Agatha said with an anxious tone. “I recall seeing something in this book my grandmother gifted to me. She was a powerful witch.” “Please hurry,” Kira struggled to say in a voice that echoed with a male tone. Agatha grabbed the spell book and quickly flipped through the pages while she warily moved away from her friend whose emerald green eyes were displaying flecks of dancing red light.

It was written using a red ink and the hand writing was impeccable. I read the name, “The Predator in Saint Guillermo…” “What is it about?” “Why ask if you could read it?” The book was about the small town of Saint Guillermo. It was located at the top of Almadana mountain far of the North. It was depicted as “the ideal town of the North” for all was rich and plenty there. The houses were marbles, the shops were colored by festivity, there was a school and a big infirmary, and all people were educated, except one.

********** (One month later) Outskirts of Mexico City One-Mile pulled his hoodie over his face and bowed his head against the pelting rain. Normally this part of the globe was a sweltering cesspool of humidity and humanity, but Mexico City—like a lot of the world—was recovering from a hectic Christmas and a raucous New Year’s. He’d missed both of those at home, and he hoped Brea understood. But Montilla and his band of thugs hadn’t taken a week or two off to celebrate the holidays. The average citizen, however, seemed to be partied out. Most of the tourists had emptied from the streets and seemingly gone back to their responsible, desk-jockey lives. So tonight, he walked a largely uninhabited route to his destination, his breaths forming white puffs in the unusual chill. After nearly another fucking month in this shithole, tonight was hopefully the night Montilla would die.

Parang may maliit na bagay na nakaipit dito. Out of curiosity, agad ko ng kinuha ang librong 'yon mula sa shelf then dusted it off. "'Where the sun doesn't shine' by Marvens Jeff Bonhomme..?" I couldn't help but shook my head just reading the title at the cover page. This hardbounded black book was no doubt a novel, an old novel kaya ba't naman nandito ito? Was Mr. Romero also interested with this piece of crap? With disgust glare at that book, kinuha ko na lamang yong papel na nakaipit dito and then put that book back to the shelf.

we followed her, walking up a dark stairway; Rasha and the others glued themselves to me since they did not see anything, "Ammmm... Rengoku, I know I killed your friends. Nevertheless, they will die sooner or later. This place eats souls to function. If I did not send them, it would be one of you. Right now, this asylum is under my control, but who knows what may happen next?" The library was a chaotic place where books were thrown everywhere. The bookshelves had cracks and spiderwebs all around them. I promenaded my eyeballs on the shelves reading the titles. Some were not visible, erased by the passage of time, while the ones that had clear words were not important. Dahlia stayed back watching us. I hoped she would show us some books. However, she observed each one of our movements. I found her creepy. "Rengoku, come look at this one. It seems it is a religious book," Maya browsed the pages then handed me the book; she was not someone who liked reading. I always wondered how she picked up her skills.