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“Do you know what they call those wolves who willingly let those bloodsucker vampires drink from them during sexual intercourse? They’re called blood whores. And that’s what you’re doing, you’re turning me into one of them.” That was the last straw. He launched himself at me but I was faster. With my magic, I stopped him in midair with one hand then my other hand summoned the Book of the Damned and it flipped open to the page that I needed. Reading the Latin words written there, I cast the spell that I’d used for healing charms. Yesterday, I hadn’t only noticed how he didn’t get burned from touching my 925 sterling silver charm bracelet, but I’d also learned that he’d been like his old self

Edmund disappeared into the shadow at Buster's warning, and this time Ann went directly to the first-row bench. It WAS him! The man in the backyard. He told Ann where to look for the blood. Edmund frowned -- they didn't see Lilith anywhere. "My show of faith is in your hand now," Damon nodded at the suitcase in Ann's hand, "Now, can I have The Shadow?" "Extract the Dragon Eye first." Ann frowned as she hide the wand behind her back with light coming out of her hand. "Stop it!" Damon stopped laughing as he hissed Ann, "Are you trying to attract demons with your pathetic little light magic?!"

That can't be true! But Mom never laughed. She remained standing beside me, her face serious. "You're not kidding?" I mumbled. My heart's starting to drum crazily inside my chest again. "I'm not, Jazzy." "That's why the necklace makes me feel things...." "Long time ago, there was a war between two clans. Our clan, a clan of witches and wizzards, and the clan of werewolves." I suddenly feel dizzy. I used to hear these stories in televisions. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever thought it's real.

________________ Author's Note: Hello my dearest readers, Welcome to the enthralling world of Shadows in the Night: Secrets of the Howling Heart🌙✨ As an author, crafting this tale has been a journey through the captivating city of Bucharest, where the ordinary and the supernatural converge, and destinies entwine amidst the enchanting allure of mystery and love. Get ready to dive into a world where mystery and the unexpected walk hand in hand. This story unfolds in the captivating streets of Bucharest, where every corner holds secrets, every alley whispers untold tales, and every character is a puzzle waiting to be solved.

A light. My heart is thundering. But I’m not running this time. The air shifts around midnight. The wind stops. The woods go still. And then… A whisper. Not a voice. Not words. Just dread. I take a step forward. My breath fogs the air. My fingers tighten on the charm. And then I see it. Those red eyes. Watching. Waiting. I lift the charm. It glows faintly. The creature growls, low and wrong. Then Kiernan steps out from hiding.

she muttered, her tone laced with bitterness. Demeter smiled coldly, her expression triumphant. She raised her hands, and a golden glow enveloped Penelope. The warmth seeped into her skin, a strange sensation that left her limbs humming with an unfamiliar energy. The air around her seemed to shift, as though the very fabric of reality had bent to accommodate her new power. Penelope stared at her hands, watching as faint tendrils of golden light flickered around her fingertips. “This is insane,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Proof that shadows were closing in. I leaned into Victor’s chest, his arms wrapping around me like armor. “Promise me,” I whispered. “Promise you won’t let this destroy Elysium.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, fierce and reverent. “I promise. But understand, Cassie—whoever dared to touch you like this… they’ve already declared war.” And in that moment, with Victor’s heartbeat thundering beneath my ear and the photos burning a hole in my thoughts, I realized something terrifying.

Author's POV He turns on the shower and sets her down gently before stepping inside with her. Aria’s legs are trembling slightly, still weak from what happened in the water. The sound of the water running echoed in the tiled bathroom. Aria stood still, her eyes capturing his every move without saying anything. His hand went to his soaked pants pocket. He pulled out a small red velvet box. She just looked at him in confusion, trying to understand what he was doing. He opened it. A soft chime broke through the sound of the water. He removed the anklet with slow reverence.

I commanded, my voice echoing with a resonance that was not entirely my own. ​The iron bolts groaned, a sound like a giant waking from a long slumber. The door swung open slowly, revealing a chamber filled with a soft, ethereal glow. Thousands of scrolls were tucked into honeycomb shelves that reached into the darkness above, and in the center stood a pedestal made of pure obsidian. On it sat the book, bound in skin that shimmered like a raven’s wing. ​"The Book of Shadows," Lila whispered, her torch flickering as if the room itself were trying to snuff it out. "It actually exists."

Freda's eyes sparkled with delight as she replied, "Those are protection charms, Sandra. Each charm is imbued with a specific enchantment to ward off negative energies or offer blessings. They are meticulously crafted and hold the power to create a shield of magical protection around those who possess them." I marveled at the craftsmanship of the charms, their delicate designs hinting at the ancient wisdom woven into their very essence. As I continued my exploration, my gaze fell upon an array of weathered books, their pages yellowed with age. They seemed to hold countless tales and spells within their bindings. I turned to Freda, unable to contain my curiosity any longer. "Freda, what knowl