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The Shadow Crawlers monitored the criminals and sometimes eliminated them to keep up peace between the races. Though the numbers of the supernaturals were less when compared to the human population, their strength compensated for what they lacked in numbers. A werewolf’s heightened senses came in handy in solving many crimes. Asher had assisted the local Sheriff with supernatural crimes since his younger years. As the alpha of one of the packs in the city, the Shadow Crawlers had tried to recruit him several times, only for him to refuse their offer and working as a freelancer, assisting them when he was needed.

Rain continues to hunt for answers to her curiosity, making it seem like she's found an exceptional new toy. "These are the black bones of beings of darkness with over-mystical powers. I have some bones as this, and I keep them in churches and other secret places." "But you said it was a human bone!" Jace sighed. "Yes, these are the bones of creatures of darkness that have manifested as humans for thousands of years. They are different from the other shadow creatures who, if they die, will turn into dust or smoke. They are undetectable and hard to beat. Therefore, once they are defeated, their bones are like a cup."

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

And then, silence. A scream shattered the dusk. Not Ridge. Not Luna. Something inhuman. They came from the trees—figures cloaked in rot and shadows, twisted armor etched with claws and blood-writ glyphs. Hollow pack. Their stench struck first—metal turned sour, flesh long spoiled. Trisha moved before command was called. Her axe unslung in one motion, she veered left into the shadows where screams grew sharper. Serin roared, “West line! Fall to the crest!” even as Ridge archers loosed arrows overhead.

"Bottom three shelves. Look for dark leather bindings. Look for titles about blood ties or sympathetic bonds." The three scholars walked exactly where he pointed. They did not waste time. They crouched down and began reading the titles on the spines of the books. They did not open them unless the title was right. I stood by the iron door. I watched them work. They moved fast. They were a unified team. Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. "I have records on bone healing," one of the older men said, pushing a book back into place. "I have plant poisons," one of the young scholar said.

"It just changed its shape. Your father knew that. He knew that if a Thorne didn't claim the 'Management,' the Void would." The ledger in the shadow's hand began to glow with a sickly, golden light, the same color as Mina’s eyes. The book began to open, the pages flipping with a sound like a heartbeat. Mina’s name on the cover started to bleed into the leather. "Mina, don't look at it!" Kaelen roared. He lunged toward the shadow, his hunter's knife flashing, but his blade passed through the image as if it were smoke. The shadow didn't even flinch.

Alex opened the book Damian had given him in his library. It looked very old and dusty. Alex felt something strange about the book, as if it was calling him to read it. On the first page of the book was written in big letters: "Traces of what once was... Clan Echelon: Past, Duty and Destruction".

There was a caption below the illustration and it reads, “TroXe: protector of the l**k.” “Are you sure about this?” “Of course I am. Look, we only need three drops of blood from me, the host, a shadow’s blood, a binder, and the blood from my closest l**k.” “What’s a shadow’s blood? And a binder?” “Dang, a shadow’s blood, idiot! The shadow’s blood.” “Yeah, keep repeating that, and I swear I’ll get it.” “Each Wielder have, at least, two souls. One for the shadow and one for the Wielder himself. To get the blood of the shadow is to get its essence. Do you get it now, or do I have to show you what I mean?”

She handed a small box over to her. There was a sharp glint in Rowena's eyes. 'The shadow magic will soon be mine' She released a sinister laughter. ~~~ Hi guys!!! I would really love to hear your comments so far on the book: Bound by the Moon, Fated by Destiny. Also, check out my new book, titled- CIRI: The Lost Tribrid Princess It's a sequel to 'Bound by the Moon, Fated by Destiny' I swear y'all will love it. Thanks for all your love and support. I love y'all.

Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get hold of this book, the spell it contained would surely help them contact Nadir in the Underworld and get the message across. - We have to find this book, at all costs.- Miguel was talking to himself as he searched the internet for places selling old books, especially on the subject of magic or esotericism. And he really did thought so - for Miguel was ready to get rid of all his savings, if only to get his hands on the book. Additionally, Nadir left behind not only her belongings and clothes, but also quite a lot of money earned while working at the bar. As it was all cash, Miguel gave