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Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

He ordered and the rest of the assassins walked into the room. Omar held out his sword and stepped in front of Mariam and the girls to shield them but Mariam was quick, she ran forward with a shout and slid across the smooth marbled floor, the material of her outfit eliminating all friction to give her an easy slide, she unsheathed two swords in the process. The assassin who had stepped forward swung his sword at her but he wasn't fast enough, she brought her hand up in a powerful swing and the sword sliced the air, his arm fell away from his body and he shrieked in horror and pain. Without giving him time to recover, she stood up, now standing behind him and swung her sword again, her next

I stood beside her, captivated by her unwavering resolve, feeling the tendrils of curiosity tightening their grip on my own consciousness. Time stretched, each passing moment amplifying the tension in the air. And then, as if guided by an invisible force, Lucy's hand halted, trembling in anticipation. Her fingertips trembled above a weathered tome, tucked away amidst its companions on a lower shelf. With cautious reverence, she grasped the aged book, her touch gentle yet purposeful. The cover, bearing the weight of time, whispered secrets in faded ink: "Moonlight's Veil: The Tragedy of the Lycan Lord." The words etched in the worn leather sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of foreboding

My hands still trembled faintly at my sides as Alpha Dimitri’s words kept circling through my mind. There are many things you do not know, Scarlett. We will be meeting with the witches tomorrow. They tangled themselves together until I no longer knew which thought unsettled me more. I forced myself to move, trying to do anything that could possibly clear my head. I started with the books. One by one, I gathered the scattered volumes from my bed, my fingers brushing their worn covers with care before stacking them neatly on the small shelf, spine by spine. When I reached Dark Bloodline Curses, my hand lingered. The faded title stared back at me as my thumb traced the damaged edge where pages

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The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

I stared at her for a long moment, speechless. Slowly, my thoughts cleared. The suffocating weight in my chest lifted bit by bit. My gaze steadied, and in my peripheral vision, I caught sight of the brilliant sunset burning across the sky. I wasn't going to die. Even if I disappeared, they wouldn't grieve. The only ones who would truly be hurt were the few who actually cared about me.

The content now included an image of a scythe, similar to the one held by the Grim Reaper. "What does this scythe mean?" Austin asked, his brow furrowed. Ezra's eyes flickered with fear. "This is the Death Scythe, symbolizing the harvesting of lives. In the Shadow Web Syndicate's assassination orders, if a Death Scythe appears, it means that a top assassin from the Death List has taken an interest. Each scythe represents one top-tier assassin from the Death List." Austin's pupils contracted sharply. He suddenly understood why Ezra, usually so unflappable, was so visibly shaken.