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I felt satisfied with what I was holding and took it out of the closet with me so I could wear it for dinner. After I was done picking out my outfit I decided to go back to the black book that my teacher gave me and try to see if I could teach myself a spell. I held the book in my hand for a few seconds before finally opening it. I could feel a small smile on my face when the book opened easily. When I looked inside the book I saw that there was one spell on the first page of the book. I could feel a frown replace the smile on my face. I couldn’t understand why the spell Shadow was the first thing I had to learn. What does it even do?

Not unless they find the mirror where I buried it. But no. I’m not going down like this. I won’t give up. I can’t give up. I turned to Cayden. My voice trembled with something between fury and desperation. “You really believe her?” The prophet stepped forward again, cool and steady. “Alpha, soul-shifting cases have been reported before. The spell comes from a forbidden text one used by werewolves who’ve trained in shadow magic. They say it’s taught by a dark figure. One that visits in the dead of night.”

“These types of books, and pens will be one of those items. Do you know why?” A realization dawned on him as she spoke further and nodded his head in understanding. “Is it because these are single-use relics?” Shadow smiled bitterly. “If they did not know better. These items, the book, specifically, can be reused with new spells.” “Ah! Make sense.” Firash clapped his hands in understanding. “A single-use relic is the speech of the devil and sometimes is the devil itself!!!” Shadow lifted the book, again, ignoring the red glow that circled Shadow’s hand without getting absorbed by her skin. It meant that Shadow was stronger than these relics.

“What about the second person?” Mark cuts in. “Never found him. Summary of Jessica's narration is that weird deaths and disappearances have been happening since then. And no two deaths are similar. It's like different people… or beings—” “Here we go,” David snorts, earning a glare from Mark. “I’m telling you no human killed those people. Demons are in this town. Demons, I tell you.” Mark insists. Jessica and David roll their eyes, and I almost let out a scoff.

Obviously, that was the only detail that had been omitted from the report. "I think we better get on with that amulet-making business," Cassandra said with a blushed face. They all gathered around the grimoire and poured over the pages. And just like the poem from Koschei's chest, the lettering slowly appeared onto the surface for Cassandra. She felt as if she was reading through a thin mist of invisibility, which disappeared whenever she ran her eyes across the book. "You must copy the spell from it," Vasilisa said to Cassandra, who was squinting her eyes with great concentration. "Try to find the section with the title 'Amulet'."

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.

Closing her eyes, she whispered a spell that took her where she thought her father was. “Spirits of the Witches of the East. I called upon you to help me join my father in the world not of the living. Let the bond we have unite us. No more should he be alone. No more should he be in pain. Unite us and guide us to the right path. Help me and I should be in your debt” Ashley whispered her words in an ancient language which the Queen knew well what she was doing. “Ashley, no!” the Queen shouted to stop her from going through with the spell that came from the book of dark magic. Nothing good would come from that book.

I closed my eyes and spread my hands in the air taking the natural energy of earth to combine with the magical powers of my pendant and with one swift motion of my hand the winds suddenly started flowing like it was supposed to catch a fleeing train, intensity increasing with every second. I opened my eyes to look at Elvin and I could see the frightened look on his face, the face which was terrified at the thought of what might happen to him and I enjoyed every bit of it. I closed my eyes again and this time spells were on my lips, I started mumbling them and with every time I was chanting the spell there was this huge wave of dark red light which immediately wrapped Elvin like some blanket,

I folded my hands around my chest, watching as she brought out a pale orb of hazy reddish light and kept chanting, the orb changed into a crimson-red glow before changing into a black light that displayed Asher’s castle. She took out a dark book of magic, flipping through the pages while I watched her in silence. The pages looked paper-thin as if held together just by a spider web thread that would tear at any instance. She closed her eyes and seemed to be doing something with her mind. Her hand hovered over the book while she held one of it in her other hand and began chanting again.

I try to reach out again with my shadow form, but the crow’s shadow moves again, blinking away from me just as I am about to grasp it. “Devona!” I call out, and she lends me her strength, not only grabbing my hand but pushing her energy through me with intention. I feel the power of the three of us mingling and building within me as a focus for the energy. As I push this energy into the shadows I feel my inner darkness rise to envelop us all, including the birds before us, who are no longer visible. With their shadows completely contained, I begin to sift out the parts that are not them, erasing her illusions, and sending her spell back into the void from which it came. I feel, rather than h