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“A sorcery ledger. Moonstone archives said to burn it with the rest when your mother died, Harlyn.” His words curled in the room like smoke. I met his eyes, unblinking. “Why didn’t you?” His jaw tensed as he looked away. “Like I said, we sometimes need to fight fire with fire” He tapped the page. “And this one is particularly strong. This speaks to expose a lot of sorcery and there are notes on how to master every kind.“ That was also awfully convenient. Why hadn't they mentioned it initially? Were they cautious of me? A pulse of heat burned up my spine. It was hope dressed like a dagger. “You’re saying we can hunt her?”

He said and hugs her again. Anika didn't notice the tears started to stream down on her cheeks. She cried for the first time. She wanted to tell him how much she misses her parents but even she had no idea where are they and why they abandoned her in an orphanage. Ariana must be lucky to have a father like King Theus. "My Lord, it's a long story. I am Anika Perez of the new era and your daughter Ariana lives in my work now. We switch places by a liquid spell!" I told him everything and he can't believe what's happening.

“I don’t understand why this is happening to me. When I saw who you really were in the woods… when I saw your eyes and your claws… I started to believe in all this supernatural stuff. Werewolves, marks, and the other things you seem to be hiding… it all terrifies me, but it kinda feels right. I feel as if something inside of me is awakening, and I feel like the only person who has answers to these things is you. And if you don’t tell me… I might lose my mind over it.” Kai’s expression softened. He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re not going to lose your mind, Ariana. You’re just starting to see the world as it really is. I know you’re overwhelmed by everything, includi

“Breathe. If this were connected to us, the words would already be screaming.” Later that night, they gathered in the attic—the twins, Lucian, the others, and Seraphina at the centre. Lantern light flickered over anxious faces as they reviewed every possibility. Who would dare steal from the forbidden archives? Why now? Why was it when we had sneaked into the library seconds before that? No answers surfaced—only unease. As the others argued in hushed tones, Nyxara’s pale eyes lingered on my longer than necessary, their silver-blue currents tightening like a whirlpool.

Quick note: Hey everyone! I just quickly wanted to say thank you so much for the support and understanding with the lack of updates. Life has been super hectic recently with a lot of life changes and the past week I’ve been on holiday. I am now insanely sunburnt and inside for a while to write. Anyway, enjoy the new chapter, I know it's short but I struggled to get back in the flow, there are mannnyyyy more chapters coming soon <3 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter Twenty

I could hear screams and I saw how my mother was carried here… the tears. I forced the memory down and Lana smiled at me and whispered like a child showing me something cool. “Look, it’s glowing and it heals now.” “Glowing doesn’t mean it’s working, Lana,” I said tightly. “If anything, I find this concerning.” Alaric chuckled. “So what? You’re telling me I can take a wolfsbane hit and not stress about dying slowly because the magic water is back? That’s a messed up joke, Arya.”

She read all of the scholarly context, time and again, the scholars debunking every lead. Hours had passed, and Caitlin was feeling depressed as she waded her way through the final book, Archaeological Explorations of the Vampire Myth, as dry and scholarly as the others, feeling increasingly certain this was another dead end. It was only while perusing the last chapter, about to close the book, that she stumbled upon something that made her sit upright, alert. She went back and read it again carefully:

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

Kiara: The next time I open my eyes, the first thing I notice is my decaying arm. That’s the power of Argentum. It’s not just any stake, but the most dreaded stake by werewolves. I might wonder how Zane got a hold of it, but he loathes wolves and hunts them down. Even with the pain I’m going through, I get out of bed. This is when I note my environment. This isn’t the dungeon or the mansion, because the bed is rather small, and the furniture looks old and weird.

The first page was blank, so she turned to the next. On the following page were the words, "PERSONAL PROPERTY BY ARABELLA MADRIGAL." Bella felt a sudden rush of chills and coldness, s if Ara had wrapped her arms around her. She knew it was Ara, and just like earlier, her sister embraced her once again.