Book Of The Sith Vault Edition Novels & Stories

He tilts his head with concern when I look back at him. “Just promise me.” I wipe the tears from my face. “Please.” “Okay, I promise won’t get mad.” He shakes his head, not understanding why he would need to promise that. I take the dragon scale gloves from Pan and carefully unwrap the leather strings holding the bag closed. I reach inside and grab the massive book by the spine. I wait a moment to prepare myself before I slide it out onto the crystal stand. I take a sharp breath when it comes into view. It’s just as beautiful as I remember. The cursed black leather cover has a sheen of iridescent purple when it hits the light. Instead of a leather binding on the edge, I sowed it with golden

someone was using her as the sacrificial bond. And Aegon was unknowingly delivering the blows. Vimon’s hands shook as she reached for the moonwater vial. “We’re not just racing against time,” she whispered. “We’re racing against a ritual already in motion.” A creak at the door startled her. Nico entered, eyes sharp, face pale. “I think I found the connection.” He placed an old book on the table, dust trailing from its spine. The title was etched in a language long forgotten by most of the pack. Lunaris Venandi. Moon Hunters.

She kneeled beside a locked iron chest, whispered a spell under her breath, and opened it. The air dropped ten degrees. Inside lay a thick, ancient book wrapped in dark leather that looked almost… alive. The Book of the Damned. Its surface pulsed faintly. Rhea swallowed. “That thing creeps me out.” “It should,” Violet said simply. She carried it with both hands and placed it on the oak table. As she flipped open the pages, black ink shimmered like oil. Kael stepped closer. Fenrak crossed his arms, expression changing from playful to serious.

A book lay open, its pages made of thin sheets of copper. "These are stolen," she hissed, her finger hovering over a line of text. "This is High Elven. This is a treatise on star-navigation. They stole it when they burned the Silver Spires." "They steal everything," Tristan said, moving deeper into the room. "Keep moving. We’re looking for 'Project Apotheosis' or 'The God-Shell'. Look for the Emperor’s seal." They split up, moving down opposite sides of the narrow aisle. Saoirse scanned the spines. The Anatomy of Angels. Void Theory. The Ethics of Soul Fragmentation.

And within it lay the truth the Elders never wanted them to find. The vault was small, lined with shelves of ancient tomes, scrolls wrapped in silk, relics older than any known civilization. In the center of the room stood a pedestal, and on it rested a single book bound in deep green leather. Selene approached it slowly, almost reverently. She lifted trembling fingers, tracing the spine. Her mother’s handwriting was etched into the cover. “For my dear Selene. In case you wake.” Theoden felt the way Selene tensed, the way her shoulders locked, the way her breath grew uneven.

"It's pretty cool, actually. I just ask for what I need and the cavern kind of takes me where I have to go to find it." More Sidhe magic. But useful at least. Still, I hoped Liam wasn't trusting it entirely. Even the Seelie court, what most people thought of as the good side, were known to be tricksy. For all I knew, the books would swallow him up someday. Nice thought. Sass slid his hands over the cover of the book. "Well, this particular tome won't help," he said. "It's about sacrificing demons." I frowned. "What?"

I say, turning her face to me. Whatever I was about to say, falls away as a tidal wave of lust blasts through me. I turn to see Cyryl getting up from her nap where she was laying curled up with Bynjym. She hisses at him, then leaps into the air. She’s barely off the ground when Bynjym roars his intent as he, Thyyd, Yttyc, and the other bronzes all leap into the air after her. Cyryl is rising to mate. **This story will continue in The Dragon Rider: Book Two of The Dragon Thief Trilogy.

a masked attendant asked at the entry gate, his tone clipped and professional. “Dorian Gates,” he replied, slipping the black card from his coat. The man scanned it, nodded once, and gestured forward. “Welcome to the Black Auction, Mr. Gates. The bidding will begin after the ceremonial tribute.” Dorian stepped inside, and the world transformed. The grand hall was a cathedral of shadows and decadence. Velvet drapes the color of spilled wine lined the walls, chandeliers of obsidian crystal hung like predatory eyes overhead, and the air itself seemed heavy with perfume, smoke, and danger.

I punched three more times before it broke through. “There it is.” My eyes darkened with satisfaction. I grabbed the panel and slid it open. Inside were only two books. An ancient-looking tome, and a thick grimoire. I picked both up and quickly unlatched them before flipping through the pages with growing anticipation. Unlike the others, none of the pages were torn. I heaved a sigh of relief while a faint smile tugged at my lips. “Now, let’s see what you are,” I whispered. I scanned the titles carefully. The grimoire was titled Makisteia. The tome beneath it was Malkara Lyk — Vael Sorcery and Curse of the Wolves respectively.

Heavy, iron-shod boots echoed against the damp flagstones, accompanied by the low, distinct rumble of Cassian’s voice as he called out into the dark. "Lilith?" His Alpha aura roamed through the subterranean stacks like a warm tide, searching for my presence. Panic flared in my chest. I slammed the heavy brass-bound ancient book shut.The instant the cover hit the parchment, the blinding white light dissolved, the golden script vanished, and the book turned back into an unassuming, dust-covered slab of black leather and tarnished brass. "Quickly," I whispered, shoving the grimoire back onto the bottom shelf behind the rotted scrolls.