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Shelves rose three stories high around a central spiral stair, and Oren moved through the dark with the ease of someone who'd walked this path many times before, pulling Sera along by the sleeve past sections marked with old iron plaques, House Histories, Elemental Theory, The Founder's Age. "Here." He stopped at a shelf near the back, low and half hidden behind a fallen curtain of cobweb, and ran his fingers along the spines until he found what he was looking for, a slim volume, its cover charred black at the edges, spine cracked with age. "This survived the purge. Barely. Most copies didn't." "What is it?" "A private journal. Not an official history, those were rewritten a hundred times ov

“At least no one can raise an undead army now. I suppose I should thank you for that.” “Do not worry about it. I was glad to help. No one wants to deal with evil magic like that.” Fenryn replied, smiling softly at her. “When I heard the rumours of the walking dead, I knew I couldn't just leave it alone.” Lynnette nodded lightly. “You said that there were two kinds of magic, how is it you even know that? I mean, I certainly did not, and my clan knows a lot about magic.” Giving a thoughtful glance up to the ceiling, Fenryn said, “to be honest, it isn't common knowledge, even in human lands.” He looked back down, and towards the woman now, as he continued, “it was only discovered during King Le

Wenzou glanced to Winastra who gave her a disapproving look. Wenzou spoke, “I guess that was wrong of me.” Winastra sighed and cuddled her head down onto her pillow tiredly, “Yes and no I suppose. Try to remember how it is that you would like to be treated and treat others accordingly. It is a good rule to live by.” “More thoughts from your big book?” Winastra nodded and was soon asleep. Wenzou was not tired though. Going to the shelf she pulled a big black book that had seen much wear down off the shelf. It was hard for her to read the words, but lighting a candle she did so just the same.

Obviously the library. Frost wandered around the library. Trying to find a useful book to read. "World of Mages and Supernaturals. This one." "Royal Family of Esperanza Kingdom." Frost brought the two books she has found towards the brown couch. She sat down and started reading the first book she found.

He had been in the dungeon, forgotten and left to rot all these years but then somebody took the effort to silence him so surely his words should have an ounce of truth atleast. Hence, I was determined to find the answers to my questions. Positioning the ladder under the huge desk, I climbed up and ran my eyes through the spines. I read through the titles, the ones that I could, and scratched my chin, wondering what to pick up first. ‘Mages of the ancient’ A title of a book caught my attention, and I wondered if this could be it. Reaching for the giant tome, I slowly pulled it out and struggled a bit to hold it in my hands.

The ceiling above shimmered with faint enchantments—twinkling stars embedded in glass and crystal that pulsed like a living night sky. She trailed her fingers along the spines, marveling at the titles: The Lost Histories of Astira, The Blood of Forgotten Queens, Mystic Bonds and Magical Lineage, The Vaelthorne Chronicles… That last one gave her pause. She pulled it free and settled into the nearest high-backed chair, curling into its velvet seat like she belonged there. For hours, Seraphine read. Some books were stories, others records of laws, others theories of old magic—names and places she had only heard whispered by old women in markets. And others still… felt oddly familiar, like piece

Books about herbs, waters, potions, magic and all sorts of healing techniques, along with history books were my favorite reads and luckily for me this dusty, abandoned library was chock full of em. I slide a finger over the spine of the book I was reading currently, suddenly an image of Zander sliding his finger up and down my spine yesterday night suddenly invaded my mind. I groan and drag the book out it's position on the shelf and walk over to the small chair and desk set up by the window to read. And yet even as I attempt to absorb the meaningful words of information my mind is invaded once again by a certain green eyed Prince.

The night was a maelstrom of chaos and conflict as we, along with the determined villagers, launched our assault on King Crowell’s forces. The city streets reverberated with the clash of swords, the thunder of magical spells, and the cries of battle. I fought alongside Cain, our magic entwined in a deadly dance, as we pushed back the enemy forces.

"It's blank." Everest took the book, his expression puzzled. "Really? That's strange." I reached out, gently taking the book from Everest's hands. As I opened it, the pages sprang to life, filled with an intricate tapestry of spells, potions, and ancient magical knowledge. "What the..." Brent's eyes widened in surprise. "It's not blank," I murmured, awe coloring my tone. "It's full of information." Miranda leaned in, her fingers tracing the elegant script. "This is incredible. Old world magic, the likes of which I've never seen."

The dragon was breathing fire over the crowd of enemy soldiers. Maybe Charles and Isabella were right, for once. Maybe I should do some research. I walked over to Felix’s bookshelves. I wasn’t sure if I was filled with surprise or dread upon seeing the titles on the shelves: Anatomy of a Dragon. A Brief History of Dragons. Dragon Battle Tactics. One book in particular caught my eye: an old, leather-bound volume, entitled Dragon Knights and Their Powers. Dragon Knights? Something about that phrase stirred something deep within me, as if I’d heard it before.