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And now the means sits before me, if only I continue playing my cards right. Roman's dark reputation initially gave me pause. But the more I'm around him, the more certain I become that his ruthless nature is precisely what I need to fuel my vengeance. With him as my mate, none will dare stand in my way. Not even Dorian, though he desperately tries. Again and again he's accosted me, begging me to change my mind. Swearing I'm his true mate despite all evidence to the contrary. It sickens me to recall how deeply his lies hooked into my naive heart before. How easily I believed his proclamations of love and devotion, blind to the viper lurking beneath.

“The Blackwood Academy—a place where Elites connect to Elites, and the rich get richer.” ♣️ ETHAN ♣️ The Blackwoods were in the room, and I knew at this point that their connection with the Al Khaleds ran deeper than anyone expected. Something sinister lurked beneath the surface. “Be alert. You can’t afford to come back without lucrative information,” Salvatore’s words echoed in my mind as I took a sip from my wine glass. The hall was filled with members of the exclusive club, all with calculating eyes and dirty minds to match.

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 look worse than I do.” “I feel worse,” I muttered. “I need something. A text, a codex, anything older than the Circle of Nine’s archives.” He raised an eyebrow. “Malakar?” I nodded. “Come in.” The room was cramped, filled with makeshift shelves lined with every book he’d brought from the Eastern Keep. The Elders' sleeping mats were rolled to the corners to make space for study. A single lantern lit the room with an amber glow. “I brought a few volumes that may help,” he said, gesturing to a stack by the hearth. “One of them includes references to Umbra-binding and soul-shadow entanglement. Rare, but I remember it mentioning corrupted twins of the spirit.”

“The sword is a powerful weapon against any being. So, safeguard it with your life.” “Tell them about the book, love.” Everlee smiled at her mate. They really looked perfect together. I wondered if they ever fought over something. From what they just showed us, they never kept secrets from one another. “The Book of Darkness, Liber Umbra, or The Shadow Book can be used for both good and evil, but there’s always a price.” “Like life or soul kind of price?” “Yes, Ryden. It depends on the black magic you want to use. It can bring someone back to life. It can cause severe destruction of any living being. Nothing is good about it, but brings destruction and death.”

Eli just shook his head, mumbling something about feeling "fucking useless." Zeke made a decision then and there. He knew what Eli needed, a deeper dive into submission to purge the darkness, to reclaim control through surrender. "We're going back to the dungeon," he announced to the group as they finished their coffee. Delilah and Damien exchanged glances, a mix of concern and anticipation in their eyes. "Eli needs this. We're going to help him through it." Without waiting for protests, Zeke led the way, Eli following like a shadow, his steps hesitant but compliant.

My wolf replied. I shook off the "what-ifs" that held me back and turned back to the towering oak shelves. My fingers traced the spines of leather-bound books, all of them layered in dust that made my nose itch. "Focus," I muttered to myself. "One monster at a time." I immediately admonished myself. I continued to look until I found the books my dad had recommended. I pulled the four heavy volumes from the shelves. The History of Shadow Entities, The Blood Rites of the Unseen, The Search for Shadows and one volume of Pack Lore and Ancient Threats. I carried them to a secluded corner of the library. The dust felt suffocating, but I wouldn't let anything stop me.

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He looked at Jon without interest. “I was wondering if you could order a game for me or if you knew the company that put it out. It’s called Dark Dungeons.” “It’s one of them weird ones like Dungeons and Dragons.” “Yeah.” With a sigh, the old man pulled out a mammoth catalogue and flipped through it. “Got a card game called Dark Cults.” “That’s not it.” “Then I can’t help you.” “You have no information on it?” The old man stabbed at the catalogue with an irritated finger. “It’s not in the book!”

The simple black-skinned book was a scholar's chronicle of his search for lost knowledge at the time of the coming of the Dark Gods, and while it was an interesting read, it didn't really teach Viktor anything very useful. The book titled only Anatomy, on the other hand, fascinated him and he had to acknowledge that the concepts and detailed information it contained were easy for him to assimilate and integrate into his own knowledge. In fact, he seemed to have a strange affinity for the ideas presented in the book. He attributed this to the long relationship he had had with death by growing up as the son of a priest of the death god.