4 Or Dead Book Novels & Stories

Chapter Three,The Book That Burns. She whispered, “No…” The final line appeared, slow and deliberate. Chapter Four, Olivia Dies or did she…?

As one of the country's top high school teachers, I have helped countless students get into the best colleges. But I somehow find myself reborn as a poor kid from the countryside while attending a ceremony honoring my achievements. A mysterious voice echoes in my mind. "If you fail to get into college, you'll die!" How hard can that be? It's just getting into college. That's hardly a challenge for a genius like me. But soon I realize that getting into college isn't really about how smart you are. In the end, it all comes down to people and their motives.

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Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

Like someone dying horribly. He doesn’t want to know; he’s gone and I’m sure I’ll die END OF BOOK 1 ------------------------------------------

A book appeared on the table. “That I'd a book of knowledge. It contains all you need to know about the situation and how best to handle it. This book was made for special wolves like you, Elinna but only three out of thousands have lived long enough to touch you and you will be the only one to read it.” Wow. So the Fatals just kept killing them every time. If they could kill those many people, what makes me different? What makes me think they can't kill me just like the others?

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

Chapter 48 The Werewolf Realm While Erin reunited with Kate, Zaki, and Kira on the other side of the territory, Levi and Micha remained in their shared study—facing the Living Book. It floated above the table, its ancient golden letters swirling across its surface like flowing fire. "Dearest reader… let us begin," the book hummed, its voice echoing softly through the room. Levi and Micha sat down opposite each other, bracing themselves. Every session with the Living Book revealed something darker than the last.

“Go apologize to Lydia. Apologize for everything you’ve messed up.” “Why should I apologize?” Josie shot back. “I tried my best!” “Tried?” Milton snarled. “Your ‘best’ nearly destroyed our entire clan! Now apologize, or every single one of your couture gowns and limited-edition sports cars goes back!” The words “limited-edition sports cars” made me laugh coldly. I remembered thirty years ago, I’d found an ancient manuscript on the First-born bloodline that cost three million euros. I wanted to buy it to study, to strengthen the clan.