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" His eyes widened in awe before the lights late him up. These were the last words spoken by them and heard by Pete, indeed, his journey began. Resounding hammers of heavy drum buds clashing against drum tabs flashed the scene into nothingness as the lights faded. The twinkle of an eye brought all lost, back into existence as what now that was seen was the dark clouds. Heavy and the entrance of darkness was made known across all corners of the scene by the music that played on, "Paint It Black BY Ciara." The book written by the witch Morgana and the Man of Wisdom, Arakah and handed down to the mother of Maria suddenly levitated giving off the vibes of villainy.

"Greetings…" "You don't believe me, do you? Take a look at this." Black White knew what Chase and his group were thinking. He grabbed something in the air, and a black and white book appeared in his hand. He placed it in front of Chase and the others. "What's this? Chase looked at the cover of the black and white book. The words 'Book of Life and Death' were printed on it. "The Book of Life and Death?!" He was surprised. Walter and Barry gulped. Was that really the Book of Life and Death?

However, use of a black book usually backfi res with serious consequences. Some black books are said to be written in BLOOD as a PACT with the DEVIL. According to a German tale, a black book of unknown origin was passed down through inheritance and came into the possession of some peasants. Its magical powers were released by reading it forward and backward. If anyone failed to read the book backward, the Devil was able to take control of him or her. Once activated, the book enabled people to acquire great wealth and do terrible things to others without punishment.

It felt good to laugh again, even if it hurt my head. We settled on her couch, and I told her everything. The files. The ciphers. The names. The things no one was ever supposed to see. “I’ve unlocked so much, Raina,” I said, sliding the notepad across the table. “Detailed records of meetings. Blackmail lists. Offshore accounts. All connected to the Order.” Her eyes widened as she skimmed through the pages. “You’re kidding…” “And that’s not all,” I continued, my voice dropping. “There’s something called the Black Book, a hidden digital ledger. It documents every transaction, every cover-up, every crime. And it’s tied directly to Mr. Everhart.”

The tables were uncomfortable, the books had the same smell of ancient scrolls and everything there seemed to crumble and certainly crumbled without the amount of magic that Asmodeus had imbued in each of those pieces. It was the ninth prince’s underground library. The library that not even the other princes were allowed to enter and that the menso half of them - did not know of existence. I stretched on the wooden chair where I was sitting. "Get up" he said in a yawn "we need to go visit your child at once." "But..." "Did you find something?" His eyes sparkled for a measly second with something that seemed hopeful, but as fast as it came... it fell apart.

"I feel everything and nothing at the same time." "It's normal," he removed his glasses. "did you talk?" "Not really. I couldn't afford to set eyes on him for long." "I understand you," he brought out a plain burgundy book from a stack of other books that was on his left side and forwarded it to Louisa, "THE TALES OF A PAST, by Dick Malcolm, when your mum and I began to fall apart after the incident happened..." he admirably smiled at Louisa, "I read this book often. Every day and night. I was furious to the bone, yes, like any other person in my shoes would but ended up realizing that I was the root of the cause and encasing so much anger will do no good to me or my family."

"I ..am sorry Little one...pl...ease.. don't...punish me like th..is..." It took everything in me to not go and help him. Leaving him to his condition. Picking up the book from under the mattress, I turn around to leave. Looking at him over my shoulder, one last time. "Goodbye Silas. Hope you live a good life." "No ..Pl...ese...stop..." Sighing ,I turn my back on him. Walking down the halls. To look at the mysterious book in my hands. I am coming death wolf. Alexandria Black is coming to get what you took from her.

“There's a way to stop Rhaegal. It's all in there,” I sighed, taking his words with a big doubt. “How could such a book exist yet I know nothing about it?” “It's too small to be noticed. Most times overlooked,” he remarked. I started my way down the rows and columns of the shelves. “What more do you know about this book?” Silas’s eyes followed my every move as he spoke, voice steady but urgent. “It isn’t thick, barely the size of your palm. Black cover, no title, only a wolf’s crest etched faintly in silver. It doesn’t sit with the other histories, it hides in plain sight, usually between older ledgers.”

“This is… this is a grimoire.” She swallowed hard. “A book of black magic.” Behind her, her friends slowly moved closer, drawn by her voice. One by one, they looked at the pages. And one by one, their faces turned pale. Lia covered her mouth, her eyes wide in horror. Ben took a step back, shaking his head. “No… no, this isn’t real…” But it was. Everything about it felt real. Too real. The drawings weren’t just images—they felt like records. Like instructions.

She slips down into the ground and places her face into her knees. She hits her head on something hard, and in an attempt to remove the object in an irritated motion she almost dropped the big book. She whispers the title out loud, “Becoming Black magic.” She open the book and shockingly whisper shouts, “Written by Kateri Lita!” She continues to read this book that the queen had written about black magic. Jolene argues with herself out loud, “There’s no way that the queen actually wrote a Bococa about black magic. Is she really that stupid, I wonder if she wrote in here about how to defeat herself?”