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The bond spiked, sharp and urgent, and I spun, blade drawn, as the shadows at the chamber’s edge *moved*, not light tricks but *alive*, curling like smoke, forming shapes—hands, faces, eyes. “Get back!” Lucian shouted, pulling me to the center, his blade flashing as the shadows lunged, not solid but cold, their touch burning like frostbite. I slashed the dagger, its light cutting through, scattering them, but they reformed, faster, their whispers filling my head—*spark, key, ours*. Killian swung his staff, the runes flaring briefly, pushing the shadows back, while Mara stabbed at one, her knife passing through but slowing it. “What are they?” she gasped, her voice shaking.

Their spines were worn and their pages marked with neat strikes of black ink. I picked up The Veil of Shaode, and The Art of Vanishing both of which were given to me by Corin. He said the Veil of Shaode will help me bend shadows to my will, while the Art of Vanishing will teach me how to mask my presence. But right now, I need a spell that could ask my dorm suite, which would only allow my energy into the room. I read the Veil of Shaode from the first page to the last page, but such a spell wasn't there. However, I had learned more about how to control shadows and the darkness more than I ever could in the Hall.

They revealed in sowing darkness and revealed within the chaos they made. The pioneer of the Shadow Weavers laughed eerily. "Your light implies nothing to us. We are going to cover it in our obscurity." Cassie's assurance was immovable. "We must discover a way to discharge the stolen light and reestablish the enlightening adjust." Birch's eyes examined the Shadow Weavers, searching for a way to scatter their onerous impact. "The charm of the Charmed Timberland enables us to confront this shadowy challenge."

Fenrir spoke, diverting my attention. “That was fast.” I spoke. “Of course, I’m actually useful.” He spoke, giving Damon a death glare. “I’m listening.” I said. “When you mentioned the entity being a shadow or rather a dark shadow that granted wishes in exchange for souls I thought that sounded familiar—anciently familiar.” He pulled out a book, “Hey, librarian, know about this?” The book was old, with the back pages already peeling off. It read in bold, vintage font, “Elemental Werewolves: The Curse of The Dragon.”

"You think you can break a celestial covenant with wild fire?" Seline raised her hands, her golden charm-bracelets shattering as she unleashed a surging wave of dark, ink-black charm-magic into the center of the hall. The dark mist coalesced into a roaring, shadow infused beast with obsidian fangs and glowing violet eyes a dark charm construct designed to force Gideon onto his knees and tear his mind apart.

"Do you have the book and everything still?" She reaches into her bag set on the side of the bed and pulls out the stuff she bought from the metaphysical shop, she lays it on the bed in front of me. I grab the book and thumb through it. "Okay, only if you're serious about it, we can do it." She looks at me giddy and jumps off the bed in excitement. She cleans all the stuff from the floor and grabs my shoebox full of protection. She takes out the candles and sets them around in the circle. I look at her and grin as I get off the bed and help her.

I ordered as I backed up and looked at him. He had to do it perfect. Within seconds he had the magic coming out of the book. I watched as Black-ish blue light flowed into his hand. I had never seen dark magic used from this book so I had to remind myself I needed to concentrate and keep us connected. I just had to pray that our soul bond didn't mend itself because of this.

I snatched a doily off of the side table and tried to wrap my arm but it soaked with blood instantly. Hashem was slowly getting to his feet and I turned to face him. “You are a traitor and you will die a coward’s death,” I said, in a whisper but loud enough for him to hear. I reached for my shard as he lunged toward me with a piece of glass. I was just barely able to move and he tried again to swipe at me, this time he connected and got my side. FUCK! I was going to pass out soon, it was too much. Blood, there was blood everywhere. The yelling, the voices and the footsteps were everywhere now, close and I heard the voices yelling in English.

The shadows writhed and pulsed, their forms flickering as they struggled against the binding magic. Brian’s chanting reached a crescendo, his voice carrying the full force of the ancient power they were invoking. The runes on the ground glowed with a blinding light, and the protective circle seemed to strengthen, pushing back against the shadows. The Heartstone’s energy resonated with the elemental essences, creating a powerful shield that repelled the dark figures.

The lights in the room seemed to fade, and the children faded around her: Everything disappeared, and she was left alone in that cold, dark room. The metallic smell of blood laced through the room, and she turned around to be surrounded by the ghost of those children. They were covered in blood. Some of their arms and legs twisted abnormally and some sustained deep wounds. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t. Her feet were glued to where she stood. They all neared her in that circle, they wanted to hurt her: They walked closer to her. Closer: Closer: