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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 watc

It was a space designed purely for quiet study, and reverence. “These two shelves here are all about the mate bond,” Thefros said, gesturing toward a pair of bookcases halfway down the room. “Lore, case studies, theory. Everything we’ve managed to preserve.” I nodded, pulling down five books at random and settling at the table under the nearest lamp. Thefros took a seat opposite, already flipping through his own selection with practiced ease. The pages felt heavy in my hands, textured like something handmade. These books hadn’t touched a printer, some were written in fading ink, others illuminated with strange symbols or brutal sketches. One book was nothing but badly rhymed poetry pretendin

His fingers rested on the doorknob, which remained still beneath his touch. This didn’t make any sense. It was risky, plain and simple. Nevertheless, he missed the shot wide. Kaelor’s room was now empty. He had gone, wherever that may be. Breathing rapidly, Ashryn crossed the threshold. The sharp, heavy scent of cedar mingled with the damp air, filling his nose. Near the glass, a worktable was buried beneath sketches and loose sheets. Despite every instinct telling him not to, he found himself drawn toward it. Most pages were filled with dull content—endless updates on land holdings and accumulating inventories. His hand slowed as it encountered an edge beneath a heavy book cover. There, tuc

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

I scolded myself and groaned, thinking that perhaps entering Ash's room wasn't the wisest of all ideas. I forced myself to turn around and shift my gaze to the bookshelf. Figuring that something light to read in Ash's room would help me kill the boredom, I started going through some of the old books he kept there. I gently pulled out a few volumes that looked somewhat ancient and placed them on the table. Two of those books were written in some strange language that resembled a series of long lines and patterns more than any kind of known alphabet. I delicately placed those books back on the shelf, but once I did, something fell from between the pages...

"Back to the sanctuary. It's the only place I know is secure." "And if it's not?" He didn't answer. That silence told me everything I needed to know. --- The drive back to Ashford Sanctuary was tense and quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavier than any conversation. I tried to open the book again, hoping something would appear, but the pages remained stubbornly blank. I turned them over and over, searching for any sign of words, but nothing came. The leather was warm under my fingers, almost alive, but it refused to show me anything.

I heard Amber uttered, "This is her fight," Feeling the anger channeling through my body, I grabbed the top of the wolf's mouth and the bottom, crying out as I tore him in half. Tossing the corpse aside, I fell to my knees, my body drenched in its blood as I sobbed, staring down at the nails that grew into claws, feeling fangs brushing against my bottom lip, "Oh my God..." Al whispered, "I monster!" I cried louder, "That is why I— I wanted that file so bad, because... I knew I was different,"

Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim at, and making sure they never got back up. Traitors hid behind expensive suits and fake smiles, knives ready to strike my back. But they forgot one thing: I played by the rules until someone played me dirty. And when they did, the retribution I served was tenfold. No one played me for a fool and lived. The cigarette had burned down to the filter. I crushed it into the ashtray, grinding it until the ember died. The tray wobbled on the edge of the table. My hand shot out to steady it, but the booze in my system dulled my reflexes. It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards.

It was the exact shade of peach as Nabanita's book cover had been, though a little worse for wear. Aspen pulled down a notebook and turned to face them. "I'll need those titles for my TBR, please?" What did he say? Had Lumen noticed? How were they proceeding? If Aspen had read her mother's book, if she still had it, that was good, right? He licked his lips. The sooner they figured all of this out, the quicker he could get Lumen out of here. "Hey, I recognize that one." He put his elbows on the desk and pointed at Nabanita's book. "Isn't that one about a woman who grew up a Creedite?"

The room was empty, save for a pedestal at its center, upon which rested a small, leather-bound book. Elliot approached cautiously, his flashlight fixed on the pedestal. The book was worn, its cover cracked and stained, but the Ashworth crest was unmistakable on its surface. “This must be it,” he said, reaching for the book. Emma grabbed his arm. “Wait. What if it’s another trap?” Elliot hesitated, the air in the chamber pressing down on him like a warning. But something about the book pulled at him, a deep, unshakable instinct that told him he needed to see what was inside.