Book Of The Sith Vault Edition นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Thalia walked up to Sia and literally dragged the book out of Sia's hands. "What the—" Sia was cut off by Thalia. "While you two were busy arguing, I discovered that the pages from the relic were not inside the book, but in the cover," Thalia said, showing them the cover of the book which had nothing that looked like the relic's pages. Diana raised a brow. "There is nothing here." Thalia rolled her eyes. "Of course, there is not. We have to pull it out first." "A retraction spell," Sia blurted out in realisation.

Authors Note: The Human is book number one. The New Age King is book number two. I highly suggest reading book one before reading the sequel, but if you don't want to you can manage the second without doing so. The one big thing in the first book was Goddess Selene's curse. She cursed all lycans to be born in wolf form. Their first shift wasn't until the age of ten. Thank you so much for reading. "Please, Selene, slow down. Where are we going," I ask as the Goddess in front of me practically sprints down the wide corridor?

She could feel the peaceful aura that enveloped the little house, inviting her in. In the center of the living room was a lavish fireplace, with a roaring fire that illuminated the entire room. "We'll get the dinner ready for you—" the man began but he was quickly cut off by Kevin who shook his head in refusal. "You can leave!" Kevin commanded sternly, striding towards the bar in the corner. Bottles of the finest wines lined the shelves, their labels proudly displayed. Glinting in the light were crystal glasses, adding an air of sophistication and refinement. His vast collection of bottles, all carefully chosen, reflected his passion for exquisite drinks quite boldly.

A huge group of guards surrounded and came at us from every direction then there was a powerful glow radiating from us then a sudden burst of light and flames came out from us and wiped the men out at one time. Lucas was staring at what just happened in fear, and we now turned to face him. He was slowly backing up towards the door in hopes to escape. We knew we couldn’t let him, so we suddenly knew what had to be done, and we both lifted our flaming swords, and holding hands we pointed it at him as he raised his hands to shield himself he cried out. “No, no… Noooo!!” was the last words we heard as the flames and an enormous flash of light vaporized him to nothing.

She said this, standing on her feet. Going towards the corner, she stretched her right hand and started chanting some words in a foreign language. Suddenly, a bright purple light appeared above her and shone all over the room. It went silent for a while, and then she started chanting again, this time quickly and in a totally different language, which was like it was known to her alone. The light dissipated. In front of Harriet, Patrilia, Kelvin, and Peter stood a dashing old man, clad in an expensive black suit and leather shoes, holding a golden walking stick in his hands that shimmered under the room.

Ivonne's pov The room was filled with towering stacks of books and strange artifacts I didn't recognise, Artifacts like dark curved stones, glass bottles with light that seemed to breathe inside them, coiled metallic ropes on carved wooden stands. Elara had pulled all of it from the deepest stores of the Lycan realm, and now the collection made the room feel both sacred and suffocating at the same time. I sat cross-legged on the mat, eyes closed, sweating through what had to be the most exhausting ritual the Oracle had walked me through yet. By the time she told me to open my eyes, I felt like I had run for miles.

But a soft, ambient glow emanating from the walls themselves, revealing a chamber unlike anything Lena had ever seen. The ceiling stretched impossibly high, arching into a series of interwoven symbols that pulsed with pale, silvery light. The floor was smooth obsidian, the walls lined with towering shelves filled with scrolls, tomes, and relics. At the very center stood a massive pedestal, atop which rested— A book. Bound in dark leather, its cover embossed with the same Rift symbols Lena had seen in her visions. A chill swept through her. Cassian exhaled slowly, stepping toward it. “This is—”

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.

I had sensed something was off, but I had no idea just how crucial that book was. Sylvia continued, her tone steady despite the implications of her words. “The Book of Enchantments isn’t just any ancient text. It holds the power to destroy the very fabric of the Universe. The spells within it are beyond comprehension, so potent that only the strongest wizards and witches could ever hope to perform them. Kalazar knows this. And that’s why he needs it.”

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.