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Albian replied, “This is Pax. A peaceful realm very few have ever witnessed. You are the only reason we are here. It was the power in you that led us here, and the power in you that allowed us entry.” “I don't understand. If you could never get here, how do you know it was me and some kind of power I possess.” He pointed a finger in the air, “Books, my dear. Books. There is much legend that is written about the existence of this place.”

Trix could feel her patience thinning. "Tell her," Tristan encouraged. Trix stared in his hazel eyes, showing him her lost for words. "The book is a channel, the true power is in your mind," he said. Trix pondered his words and focused. 'The book is a channel, the true power is in my mind,' she chanted. "There is a girl," she started. "A girl with extraordinary gifts. A girl with the ability to communicate with animals," she continued, glancing up at the Queen with a slight smile.

he took a deep breath and said, "but I have come up with an offer for you and I hope you consider it." Xasha took out a leather-covered book from his storage pack. The title was, 'basic Magic compression vol. 1.' "While the magic compression technique is still in its infancy, I've made some breakthroughs in the past three years since I first developed it. I now have enough knowledge to fill this book." The king took the book in hand, he opened it and started flipping through pages, "amazing," was all he would comment under his breath from time to time. He closed the book as he looked up and Xasha.

I picked up another book. The second book I picked, Spells of the Wild: Mystical Incantations for Shape-Shifters," was boldly written on it. Seeing that spell on top of the book piqued my interest. I flipped the first page of the book; it was empty, as was the second page. It was until the last page that I found: do you want to delve into enchantments that blur the lines between human and beast, rituals that harness the magic of transformation, and secrets of the wild waiting to be unlocked? Look for moonlight enchantments. Isn’t this kind of crazy? I had thought I would be able to find something helpful here, and now it was referring to checking for some other book. Where do I find that?

But one thing was certain: nothing at Ravenwood would ever be normal again. And with that, the first day at Chaos College ended—with secrets, warnings, and has promised more fire than anyone could handle.

He looked at me briefly, that twinkle still in his hazel eyes, before he returned his gaze to Jaye. Mage Jaye was shaking her head pretty adamantly. “Chaos, you mean,” she said. “You operate under the principals of chaos. Without order, there is anarchy, and that’s what you strive to create. You’re here to try and entice a young mage into a dangerous world that, if she is foolish enough to take your offer, will end in nothing but trouble for everyone involved.”

Hunter crossed his arms tightly. “So the psychotic void exile potentially has access to the spirit world now.” “When you say it like that, it sounds bad,” Chaos muttered. Hunter stared at him flatly. “It is bad.” Queen Genoviva looked deeply troubled. “The spirit realm is unstable enough already.” I frowned slightly. “What does the book do?” Order answered immediately. “It contains ancient transition rituals.” Cold spread through me instantly. Transition. Transformation. Ascension. Power transfer. The possibilities hit all at once. Chaos looked furious now.

Small flickers of shadow appeared in corners where no light should reach. Killian felt it in himself, too. His magic was stronger than ever — shadows moved sharper, faster, more vicious than he’d ever commanded them. But each time he used it, he felt something else moving with him, watching through him. And he wasn’t sure if it was him commanding the darkness anymore… or the other way around. Rumours filtered in from beyond Harrow’s territory. The southern kingdoms had seen stars vanish from their skies. Ships in the northern harbours swore the sea itself rose against them, black waves swallowing fleets whole. In the east, a city of priests reported their sacred fires burning cold blue, thei

Vincenzo turned the following pages, his eyes scanning each line with growing unrest, as if searching for coherence within the absurd. Nothing made sense, and as though the existing problems were not enough, new secrets surfaced, adding weight to the fragile balance he was still struggling to maintain. “Cazzo,” Vincenzo muttered, releasing a heavy breath thick with disbelief. For a moment, he ran his hands over his face, as if he could erase what he had just read, wondering what else could possibly happen to drag the chaos into something even worse.

The word burned in his mind like a brand. He stalked past the familiar sections—Werewolf Histories, Lunar Cycles, Pack Law—until he reached the dimly lit alcove marked "Supernatural Relations." His claws pricked his palms as he yanked out the first relevant tome: The Bewitched & The Beastly: Supernatural Attractions. The wooden chair protested as he threw himself into it, the lamplight casting jagged shadows across the pages. Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches.