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The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

I was running out of time and I was beginning to grow frustrated. "When you are forced to pick between two evils, you pick NEITHER of them and choose a third option instead". Aria was so carefree the way she said it, as she hovered close to a bookshelf. "A third option, what do you mean?" I inquired. I could see Aria pull out a book from the shelf and place it gently on the table. It was very heavy, considering how little she was but she managed by herself. "What book is this?" "It is the codex of 'GAIASANIA AND GAIAMANIA' - a compilation of the Annual records of the 14 werewolf kingdoms". Aria disclosed to me, as she magically flicked the pages of the book.

I reached out and delicately traced the pattern, a jolt of familiarity coursing through me. Malachi's gaze followed my movement, curiosity evident in his eyes. "What have you found, Emma?" I opened the book, its pages crackling with the weight of forgotten wisdom. Words written in an ancient script adorned the parchment, and as I began to read, a revelation washed over me. "This... This is the Book of the Ancients," I whispered, my voice filled with a mix of awe and realization. "It holds the key to unlocking the true nature of the primordial force and the source of our own powers."

“Yes, it did make me question your integrity, but certainly gave me quite a peek into your personality. If it makes you feel any better, you weren’t the only woman who thought of me that way that night.” “Actually, not really it doesn’t. Oh, god I even thought you were an addict.” I shake my head covering my face with my hands as I relive every single thought, I had that night. “Okay, let me just apologize now because…You know…Ok so I have a million questions but lets just start with. Who…Or what are you and how exactly is this even possible?” “Calm down, your hyperventilating. I am Annunaki, we are a warrior race who were created to serve the gods. We are created from their blood.”

She had come looking for the child who had caused the book to appear again, the book that would finally grant her the powers of a god, the child who was a half blood. Anika had been a terror for hundreds of years. This was not the first time she was attempting a revolt. She failed the first time she tried to get the book from Amary, it's custodian and she was banished from the coven and locked away, but the greed of humans and wolves alike was her escape. It was told that she had the power to control the mind and plant thoughts in your head, longings that appeared as real as day.

Countless shelves lined with weathered books and scrolls stretched into the distance, promising untold secrets and forgotten wisdom. They made their way through the labyrinthine aisles, their eyes scanning the titles and searching for any mention of Lycans or black magic. Dust danced in the rays of sunlight that filtered through stained glass windows, lending an ethereal quality to their journey. Finally, they discovered a section dedicated to ancient legends and forbidden knowledge. The books here were wrapped in worn leather, their pages delicate and yellowed with age. Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of

Hera answered for him. “ Five centuries ago, the Ishtar king, Uber attempted this very ritual in an attempt to wipe out all Abnormals and take Ocrad for his own. At the time, a Kitsune Queen ruled these lands, back when all Abnormals villages were united and acted as one and humans lived in the outskirts, little more than savages. Until Ubar rose to power and organized the humans into a rebellion, only the Ishtar can read that particular Grimoire; listed in it are magic spells explicitly made to kill Abnormals Ubar taught humans. Over the centuries, they have been passed down from generation to generation, hence why the Ishtar are so formidable.

Some primordial instinct sensed the immense power housed here. I moved swiftly toward the back where the most dangerous texts were kept, lantern held high. The arcane symbols on these tomes seemed to shift and writhe in the flickering light. I selected an innocuous brown book titled Bond of Will and eased it carefully from the shelf. Blowing off the layer of dust, I began rifling through the faded pages eagerly. Diagrams of intricate runes and disturbing illustrations of chained dragons met my eye. I devoured the archaic text hungrily, searching for the secret rituals to bind a dragon's will. Here, at last, were the forbidden truths I had sought!

Lucifer said, sounding frustrated, "Why do you need that book?" I asked him, and Loss, and Lucifer both met my eyes. "The book of Enoch holds the oldest tales, and the oldest type of magick. I think Asherah's story is in there, and a way to make her mundane." Loss answered, and I felt my jaw drop. "So, the answer to this problem is by taking away her goddess powers?" I asked, the words sounding strange on my tongue. "Well she's starting all of this chaos and the book of Enoch just might be the one thing that can put a stop to this. A lot of humans are going to die if we don't get a handle on this situation." Lucifer explained, and Loss nodded in agreement.