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"Good morning to you too, Aria. What's so urgent that you've forgotten all your manners?" "This." Aria slammed the tome on the table between them. "I found it in the deepest level of the archive, hidden behind three separate magical locks that took me six months to break. It's written in Proto-Carpathian, predates the original seers by at least five centuries, and—" She took a breath. "It describes a ritual for reconstituting dispersed essences." Lysandra went very still. "Show me." They spent the next four hours bent over the ancient text, cross-referencing with other sources, checking translations, verifying that what they were reading was actually what it appeared to be.

"I'll make sure Rafael's case ends with a death sentence." Fabien smiled. "Good." The Carvers should have been brought down long ago. Little did Fabien know that while he was making his call, Aria had already reached the eighth floor through another entrance. Homer was about to unleash his fury, thinking more fools were disturbing him. Aria merely tossed him the ghoststring coin. "Could you identify which sect uses this arcane technique? I suspect the Dracotigris Order." Homer's expression immediately brightened as he stroked his beard. "Hmm, it does resemble something from our sect."

God, I thought Caius had this book destroyed after what it did to Agron. I swallowed, looking at the thing with morbid curiosity. Elegant but still crude markings flowed out across the cover; I recognized them as cuneiform. On the surface were reliefs of strange creatures I’d never seen before and wolf-like beings. Whatever scene was being depicted, it wasn’t friendly. *It’s the Great War, the war with the deabru. These books are what they used to create the great gates from their world to ours and practice the evil magic that perverted the very essences of the soul. They were supposed to be destroyed on sight.*

After all no pain no gain, if I don’t do this I will lose all the hard work I used my telekinesis to drop the blood on the crystal… one drop after another… When it suddenly started shaking and radiating, the color of light shifted from all colors to the hues of my mana, that is the moment when I felt a connection form between me and the disk as well as another that got formed between the disk and the familiars preserving successfully my master-servant l**k with the minions! The spell was completed! I have made it, I have created it… My Archive! One last spell to hide how it looks and everything will be done… The archiv

~RIKAS~ “Is that the Dordon Wizard’s scripture?” Thalia asked in a surprised tone I looked at the old scripture in Rotip’s hand again. “Yes. This is it. And that staff over there is the Wizard Garius real staff. Our eyes travelled to the staff first, and then came back to the old scripture “It is really written in Arohemik?” Thalia directed her question to Rotip “Its written in some kind of language which only the descendants of the pure soul mystical white sorceress can read”

I said pulling three thick books from my bag and slamming them on the table. He rolled his eyes and looked at me with a bored expression. "You think the answer is in some musty old books?" he asked. "Trust me, I've looked." "Just listen," I ordered. "I spent hours in the Alpha's library trying to find something...anything about witchcraft. After scrawling through almost every book I was beginning to think I was going mad but then I realised something. The books I was looking through were stories and historical facts about the pack- not top secret information concerning magic. A long and exhausted story involving a thorough search for a key no bigger than my thumbnail later I had access to th

He continued reading. As Aelfric studied the book further he found all manner or dark necromantic spell. A ceremony to bring the long dead to life, and one to animate the dead to do one's bidding. He also found spells of torture, of pain, and psychological torment, and one spell which seemed not nearly as evil as the others. A spell to bring a life back from the brink of death. It is the mad, dark, writings of a necromancer, who figured out how to manipulate mortality, including bringing someone back to life, using a fraction of your own life essence, how to animate the dead, and how to perform a liching. This is exactly what I wished for. And Arcus wants me to have this book so that I could

Twenty-six, with a curvy body she usually hid under oversized sweaters, soft pale skin, and long auburn hair that fell in waves down her back, she lived alone in her grandmother’s old Victorian house on the outskirts of town. Tonight, bored and a little tipsy from red wine, she’d found the old leather-bound book. Ars Goetia scrawled on the cover in faded gold. Flipping through it for fun, she’d traced a strange sigil with her finger while muttering the Latin words under her breath, thinking it was all ridiculous nonsense. The candles flickered violently. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of smoke and something darker, sulfur and sweet musk. A low chuckle echoed through the room.

The Severance Ritual Back in the temple, their bodies stood still—except for Seraphina and Malthea, who continued chanting, now bleeding from the nose and fingertips as the runes fought back. Cassie whispered to Aragorn, holding his small glowing body. “You’re sure?” Aragorn simply nodded. Seraphina’s voice rose, cracking stone: “Vita e tenebrae, lux e carne — claudite ianuae aeternitatis!” Cassian, Elias, and Aragorn stepped into the air, toward the mural-gate. Each carried one relic in their hand—symbolizing prophecy, wisdom, and light. Bain held Cassie as the wind screamed around them.

The Book of Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage was filled with weird double-talk, esoteric terms, confusing graphics, and yawn-inducing florid language, but the name was there—as was his invocation. Calach, “the milky backed”, a minor legionnaire of the infernal forces. The creature was apparently connected to a larger entity in the form of Ariton, one of the eight Princes of Hell. This royalty was associated with dominion over water and took direction from the North, whatever that meant. Calach was used to invoke hexes on enemies and love charms on unwilling women. Hexes and love charms. That had possibilities, if it wasn’t all crap.