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Azrael said after a pause before disappearing into thin air. Teleporting herself inside the cave, she looked at the large dirty blue-colored book that had violet orbs embedded on it, and couldn't help but open it to write what she saw today. It was a book she had been trying to find ever since she lost it. It was the future depicting book of the witches that would vaguely tell about their future.

It was a strange size, looking more like a journal, jammed between Whispers 2 and his hardcover edition of Dark Forces. He touched the book’s spine, fingers trailing down its pebbled surface. He was about to pull it out, had his finger hooked on the spine’s edge, but he figured it was probably a collector’s edition he’d bought at Arcane Delights, the used bookstore in town. That’s all. Scanning the shelves unsuccessfully for something else interesting, John brushed off his knees and stood. Something swished down the hall.

For my part I was ready to trade teaching teenagers who still didn’t give two farts for running a small bookstore on a shoe-string budget (and hopefully fitting in some of my own writing somewhere, too). Looking around, I feel content. Fulfilled. The backroom of Arcane Delights is once again in disorganized splendor. The shelves are stuffed full with donations from various sources and careful purchases (staying within our modest budget) from book distributors. Things are right again, and . . . There, sure enough, is Cassie’s mystery box. Sitting plain as day on the big metal desk in the middle of the back room. Cassie’s right. Somehow, I must’ve overlooked it this morning.

I shuffled closer to Dane as he held out his hand expectantly. He let me lean against him as he scanned the pages, seeing the entire thing was in Lycan. "I'll run through it, any particular things I need to look for?" He flicked back to the first page. "Anything to do with a pearl, a Foxen or Atlantia." I shrugged, grabbing the last book, thankful it was in English, even if it was fourteenth century. Least I could read it. We settled in. I shift uncomfortably, my body aching as I got halfway through the ancient texts. Theo noticed my discomfort, his warm hands on my shoulders, rubbing them gently.

el that she had brought with her, one that she had kept concealed, even from Dickson and Theo. She opened it and took out a book with care.It was small, but it was old, its binding bound in black, supple leather, its pages weathered to a golden brown. The cover was adorned with curling, delicate symbols so slender they were nearly invisible until the light hit them just right. It gave off a faint, earthy scent, like old paper and desiccated spices."What is that?" Alex Henry said, her eyes flying wider as she caught the arcane power emanating from the book."This," Sama Arthur replied, holding the book in his arms, "is a spellbook. It used to belong to my mother. It's been passed down through

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

"Oh my God, where should I start?" 'Mine is happy,' Ash whispered, and Duncan’s lips twitched slightly—barely. "Come with me," Duncan gestured, leading her further inside. "Oh my! Is that what I think it is?" Arianna gasped at the sight of a dark green leather-bound book—one she would recognize anywhere. "You know it?" Duncan arched a brow. "Yes, of course!" She tried to reach for it, but she wasn’t tall enough, so Duncan helped her. "Thanks," she smiled at him, then looked down at the book. "The Ballads of the Ancients."

Fu Mu gritted his teeth. Fu Tian immediately became confused. What was the meaning of this? Someone barged into this place, yet they didn't kill anyone, nor did they want money. What exactly was they trying to do? At this moment, Fu Mu suddenly moved close to Fu Tian's ear and said softly, "I lost the wordless Tomes of Arcane."

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.