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I was so buried in the search when Andrian called out to me. “My Alpha, I think I found it.” Hearing that made my heart thump a bit. I swiftly ran to where he was. A small book, which shouldn’t be more than two hundred pages, was in his hand. I collected the book from him. The covering was a deep crimson hue, reminiscent of a blood moon casting its eerie glow. And on the hardcover were swirling shadows hinting at hidden magic, and the book of spells was boldly written on it. A small smile found its way to my face. I wasn’t happy because Tristan can also use the spell, but I was happy because I could get to know more about the spells I'm using, which I'm sure would be in this book.

“Yeah, it’s easier for me to afford the rent if it’s for my shop and my home. Not all of us are Guardians with lots of money or slated to become CEOs of what I’m assuming is a big conglomerate.” “It’s not that big, it’s family owned.” I snort. His idea of big and mine are very different. My little shop is 'family-owned' too. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials a number. While he’s busy, I go back into the spell room and look over what didn’t break. Thankfully, they were in a hurry, so they didn’t get everything. I have some of the things that I need for the Alpha’s spell. The important things I made and put into a safe when I created the original spell.

A blacksmith swore loyalty to the crown— And the metal in his forge softened like wax without heat. None of it catastrophic. None of it violent. But undeniable. The laws of magic were bending. Not because Lily commanded it. Because her existence was recalibrating the field. Luke stood in the war chamber staring at reports spread across the table. “Spontaneous manifestation,” one general muttered. “Localized distortions,” said another. “Divine contamination,” whispered a priest. Lily stood at the center of the room, silent.

The building of the book store is in a state of ruins; a huge dilapidated mess with growing moss as the ornamental plant that designed the walls, making it a beautiful decayed mess. Cass led me forward and opened the entrance door to let me in first, I gave him a polite smile in response and stepped in. The inside is like a wall of ancient volumes, the bookshelves looked surprisingly strong and had the capability to hold a hundred books and more. The woods looked like it was carved by a profound lover of literature.

I walked into hell by myself, knowing there was no other way but to keep moving. "Spells. We have been at this topic for a month and I would be happy if we concluded it this week. What other name is a spell called in ancient Egypt"? Mr. Gregory was astonished by the character the students portrayed while in class. Some were sleeping while others were busy pressing their phones. I could have sworn that I saw my classmates kissing. I knew the answer to the question for sure but that didn't mean I was going to answer the question, just the same way I never answered any questions Mr. Gregory asked.

That was a relief at least I had a few days where I didn't do ninja moves at home as well as at school. I just looked around the entire study room and just now noticed that it was still very spacious. It's like a library with so many books there. There are also many huge bookshelves lined up and there is also a wooden ladder for the high parts of the bookshelves. I was tempted to look at the books there. They are all thick and they are in alphabetical order. They are all about politics, government rules, history, weaponry, and even spells and incantations. I snorted. The peg is just like Harry Potter, isn't it? But so far I haven't seen anyone doing magic or riding a broomstick.

ELLA The pages of the spell book glitter and shine as I flip through them like they have never done before. Gently I turn the pages one by one, mumbling the names of the spells as I pass them by. “Summoning Spell… Tracking Spell…” The symbols on the page morph and transform into readable words before my eyes.

She took in her surroundings, noticing a shelf of books that contained strange spells. “You can check them. I can see your curiosity.” The sage urged her. “Thank you.” she bit her lower lip and walk in their contents until she came across one that she could not take her eyes from. “Potions for agony,” she read the name out and picked up the book, scanning through. “You can keep it if you want,” the sage offered and smiled, revealing a crooked tooth. “Thank you.” She caressed the back of the book and held it to her chest like her life depended on it.

el that she had brought with her, one that she had kept concealed, even from Dickson and Theo. She opened it and took out a book with care.It was small, but it was old, its binding bound in black, supple leather, its pages weathered to a golden brown. The cover was adorned with curling, delicate symbols so slender they were nearly invisible until the light hit them just right. It gave off a faint, earthy scent, like old paper and desiccated spices."What is that?" Alex Henry said, her eyes flying wider as she caught the arcane power emanating from the book."This," Sama Arthur replied, holding the book in his arms, "is a spellbook. It used to belong to my mother. It's been passed down through

"But we have to be careful. If he's as scary as I think we can make no mistake." I nodded, my determination tightening. "We'll do it. Whatever it takes." Over the next few days, we delved into the shadowy world of Sebastian Grey, gathering bits and pieces of information from various sources. He seemed to be following a spell—Grey’s path was impenetrable, his relationships buried deep in deceit and conspiracy. As we learned more about his actions, it became clear that Gray was not just a minor player but an influential figurehead. Its reach extended beyond Lawson's policies and involved powerful individuals and institutions.