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“Reverend Fowler, please.” “The Book of Enoch actually called them Nephilim, you know. Fallen angels. Some forgotten monk transcribing manuscripts must’ve decided to call them giants so that’s what we call them today. It’s funny,” he said. “How different words can end up meaning the same thing. The pagans of the north knew about giants, too. They knew them very well. They still weren’t quite right, but they were closer to the truth than old Enoch. They called them Jotunn. Devourers.”

But he wouldn’t use his magic for evil things for sure. Enkille continued eating. She stood up after drinking a glass of red wine. “By the way, where is the book you brought from the Golden Palace?” “Ah, yes. The book,” he suddenly remembered. Eleand quickly went to his bedroom and got the book. The inscriptions of the ancient alphabet were peculiar. He didn’t pay much attention to it recently. His priorities were the books from Enkille. “Here it is,” he passed the book to her hand.

he listened to it say, reading the names in that familiar voice without bottom or mercy. “ . . . Ver’rier . . . Fla’uros . . . Sem’yaza . . . ” Booming in his head now, echoing down corridors of time. “ . . . Yom’yael . . . Del’ardo . . . Luc’ifer . . . ” So terrible, so final and resounding. The voice was Enoch’s, as always. Enoch the Scribe, who went on their behalf to plead their case, but who came back only to cite the decree and to condemn them one by each—paradise denied.

Euphenia, "This is a missing page from the Numenopus. It is fabled to be kept somewhere in Lunaveria. The book has the history of the Bracelet and other rituals which were practiced by the old Gods. They were powerful practices and thus were forbidden by others. Serkhet stole that page from the book to take control of the Bracelet. After her fall the book was handed over to the werewolf king and since then it has been guarded by them. Being your natural enemy Lunaveria guards the book against falling into the hands of the vampires." Rhain, "Fascinating! How did Nez get her hands on the page I wonder." Euphenia, "Someone must be helping her. Someone who is discreet yet quite powerful." Rhain,

He read with a powerful voice. "The book of Moroni, chapter ten verse three to five is where I will be focusing on," he started. "Verse three says, 'Behold, I would exhort you that when ye shall read these things, if it be wisdom in God that ye should read them, that ye would remember how merciful the Lord hath been unto the children of men, from the creation of Adam even down until the time that ye shall receive these things, and ponder it in your hearts.' While verse four and five says, 'And when ye shall receive these things, I would exhort you that ye would ask God, the Eternal Father, in the name of Christ, if these things are not true; and if ye shall ask with a sincere heart, with rea

Immediately, I continued the discussion I had with the High Priestess by saying, "Let’s talk about what you said before, High Priestess. What do you mean by 'I’m part of the prophecy'?" Claire, the High Priestess, looked at me as she asked me, "Have you read the Book of All Beliefs to All Beings?" The Book of All Beliefs to All Beings was our holy scripture. Not only for us werewolves, but other creatures as well. That book was a guide to each creature's belief. It was the only one that united us supernatural creatures. However, there were some pages missing in the book when it came to prophecy regarding the Everlasting Winter.

Randy smiled bitterly, "Enoch is declaring war on us." Enoch had never meant much to him growing up, but deep down, he had still wanted Enoch's approval. Now? He just wanted to cut ties with that monster. Enoch didn't deserve to be a father. ... Inside a valley church, Erica woke up to see everything dim. She could faintly hear voices. It seemed to be a creepy prayer that made her head pound. She tried to move, only to find herself tied up with ropes. Her body still felt numb from the drugs.

It would have cost Enoch his life if mother hadn't stepped in on time. Father had to let go, and he fled. He hadn't visited the house until today. He had come to see Philomena, but she didn't want to talk to her either. She must be pretty sad. We didn't need this now. Enoch's life had been taken by two teenagers who wanted my child to be able to rule a coven. I wouldn't say I liked the sound of that one bit.

Logan asked and they both stared at each other. “Have you heard of the sacred book called the book of prophecy yet?” Aamon finally let out and he gave the Elders a smirk. “What about it?” Logan asked with a little frown. “Since the ones who ought to reveal it to us are mute at the moment and everyone wants to know, then I shall speak,” Aamon said and held his head high. “A sacred book has been in existence for long, which only the witch knows about and of course, the Elders. It was written after the time of the witch trials and in the book, it talks about a kind like ours who will bring an end to our existence.”

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."