Book Of The Sith Vault Edition นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As they approached the vault, Shira could see a massive metal door, reinforced with iron bands and studded with rivets. The door was set into a stone archway, and there was a wheel-like mechanism beside it for turning its heavy lock. Both the men walked over, rotated it open with a special key and the heavy thick door of the vault slowly opened. It revealed a vast, torch-lit chamber. Rows of shelves line the walls, filled with all manner of strange and wondrous objects: gleaming swords, sparkling jewels, dusty tomes bound in leather, and other mysterious relics. In the center of the chamber, a pedestal stands alone, bearing a book that seems to glow with an otherworldly light. "Alrighty, you

Then I realize what he just said and stare in disbelief as Aiden goes downstairs. The fae man, who I now realize is my great-uncle, King Thaddeus the First, walks up to me. “Quickly mix up the antidote to Batzdurge and administer it to your boss,” he says. Batzdurge is a combination of heather, amanita, fire weed, drakkonis illuminatum, and pixie dust. A couple drops of it will mess with a human’s brain chemistry, a dropperful can put them in a state that is near permanent. With shifters, it works on their human brain first, then slowly deteriorates their animal side. Once the human side sees hallucinations it becomes exponentially harder to cure. For a fae it is like LSD, and temporary. I h

The book in my hands pulsed once more and this time I didn’t resist I opened it again Words filled the pages in a language I shouldn’t have known but now understood perfectly A binding spell A ritual meant to lock the veil forever But it came with a price Blood Not mine Theirs I dropped the book like it burned and backed away Lucian stepped toward me “What did it show you this time” “I can seal the veil” I said “I can end this But it demands a sacrifice” Soren’s expression turned to stone “Whose” I couldn’t speak it

“Why do you sound like someone who doesn’t plan to return?” I gave a small smile. “We’ll win,” Kavira said firmly. “And you’ll be there beside her, won’t you?” I nodded. “Of course.” Then, from my cloak, I pulled out the Living Book, its cover still warm and pulsing faintly with magic. I handed it to the Siora. “Keep this safe. For Vireya.” She took it slowly, cradling it like a child, her eyes shining with sorrow. By evening, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow across the sky, the last remnants of the blood moon still lingering like a curse. We had surrounded the packs from every direction. There would be no escape.

“When two marks align in flesh not royal, born of pain and silence, then the throne shall bleed, and the flame shall fracture.” “Not one queen shall rise.” “But three.” Sirelia dropped the book. And in the corner of the vault, three shadows stirred. Waiting. Watching. Breathing.

I was surprised to think that Luthias would have shared our plans to enter Charles’s vampire kingdom with humans, even if they were the residents of Desolation; which was a very fitting name given to Verso’s camouflage community by the vampire residents of the magically protected Kingdom. “We’ll be fine,” I assured them. “I’m their queen, after all.” “You joined the Order?” Carl gasped with wide eyes. “The New World Order doesn’t have queens, stupid,” Edgar flung at him. “I think she’s talking about the vampires.” He turned to Luthias and continued, “You didn’t come to help fight off Bartholomew’s army?” Luthias looked at me briefly before saying, “We intend to rally the vampires together t

Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.

- I can't believe Julius Caesar did this to his own priestess," Augustus knelt down beside Soraia who was already standing there as horrified as he was. - I was more than a priestess, but that didn't matter. Now listen to me," he asked, and they nodded. - Soraia, take the book," he said as he pointed his scrawny, trembling hand to the book that was still on the floor, and Soraia did so, "this book is the oldest of all. In it are all the ancient weapons that can assassinate any creature of darkness," those present widened their eyes. Creature killers? - wondered Sheila, who was also there. After all, she was 'experienced' not to say old and hadn't heard such things in a long time.

Instinctively, my hand rested on the hilt of my sword as I stepped beside him. He picked up the first book on the stack: The Compendium of the First Blood. It was a book so old its pages were made of cured vellum that should have lasted ten thousand years. I watched as he opened it and gasped. Cold rushed through my veins—the book was mutilated. "This is the chapter about the ancient evils," Orion commented as he flipped the pages. It seemed like something, or someone, had reached into the book and torn off the pages with claws. I suppressed the anger bubbling to the surface at such damage done to something so historical.

There was a table. Books stacked on it. Not like the ones I used to see at home. These looked older. Some of them had markings on the covers I didn’t understand. I walked closer. My fingers hovered over one of them before I touched it. The cover felt rough. Worn. I opened it slowly. The pages were filled with symbols. Not letters. Not words I knew. Shapes. Lines. Things that looked like drawings but weren’t. I frowned. “What is this…?” I flipped a page.