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“You little genius.” With the marker found, it wasn’t long before I uncovered the six massive tomes she’d identified. Each one weighed as much as a wolf pup, their leather bindings cracked but stubborn. I hauled them into a corner like some overworked scribe, muttering the entire time. “Silas Blackfang. Alpha of a proud line. Feared in battle. And here he is, stealing bedtime stories from the royal library.” Fenrir snorted. Rip the pages and be done. The longer you sulk, the sooner you’re caught.

The black pen in his hand cracked a little further. "I lost." The little girl shook her head. "No." "Both of you did." Silence settled over the library once more. Suddenly... one of the floating books slammed shut. Then another. Then hundreds. Within seconds... millions of books began closing one after another. Boom. Boom. Boom. The sound echoed endlessly through the impossible library. Adrian looked around. "What's happening?" The White Book answered by opening once more. This time... it showed a map. Not of worlds.

⸻ 🌙 The Real Thief The black door suddenly cracked. ⸻ Darkness poured out. ⸻ A cold voice echoed through the Restricted Archives. ⸻ A familiar voice. ⸻ A voice Ilyaan somehow recognized. ⸻ “Looks like you finally found my chapter.” ⸻ The library froze. ⸻ Every book became silent. ⸻ Every shelf stopped moving. ⸻ Every story waited. ⸻ The black door slowly opened. ⸻ And a woman stepped out. 🖤

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

CHAPTER LXVII: Confessions and Heartbreak “LET’S call it a day, Black Thunders. Tomorrow again,” I signaled, dismissing the members of our team in their training. They all let out a deep breath while catching up their breath. They are really exhausted. Some laid down on the bed of grasses. This is what we felt, Chosen Twelve, during our training with Archmaster Leonard. We were all worked up that day, pulling blocks of iron that weighed hundred tons. But as time passed by, we were all used to it.

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

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

The room remained deathly silent as Ethan listened to the person on the other end of the line. Every second felt unbearable. Then finally— "Thank you, Doctor. Please thank the team as well. I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good evening." Ethan ended the call. Silence followed. "What is it?" Park asked impatiently. But Ethan didn't answer. He simply stared at his phone. His expression revealed nothing. The silence stretched longer. "Ethan...?" Belle's voice came out barely above a whisper. Nervously, she looked at him. At last, Ethan lifted his gaze and met her eyes. His expression remained completely unreadable. ****😳😔****

Ernest chuckled. "I've never had a book thrown at my face." Ernest said. "I had." "Really? Why?" He asked curiously. "Well many would say it was because I was near white kids when I shouldn't be. Others would say it's because I didn't belong there at the time. Some people would even say they were afraid their kids would catch my melanin and turn stupid, but in short, because I'm black." Ernest got quiet and felt tense hearing her talk about this.

"Yes he has, Ibekwe. Be strong and have faith." James shuffled towards the door. "James!" "Yes, Ibekwe." "What will you call your new book?" "I thought of a simple but strong name. I will call it: Shading Black: The trilogy of an African village. The name fits it." "James!" Ibekwe called again. "Yes, Ibekwe." "The name of your book is perfect. Thank you for everything." James kept quiet. He raised his hands and wiped the tears in his eyes. "Goodbye, Ibekwe," he said.