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I cannot read the words, they are quite confusing ," I replied. She sighs and beckons me to sit on the bed next to her. "Say after me , Gardenia sorcery spell book of magic . "Gardenia sorcery spell book of magic," I repeated and the book glowed brightly. Another page opened and it wrote welcome . "You can flip through the pages yourself now , she said . I was scared at first but decided to do it anyway ,so I opened another page . "simple spells I read and flip through . "Urm miss book , aren't I supposed to have a wand or something,I asked and heard her sigh .

I grabbed one book carefully but as I did, another fell out. I dropped the one I had picked and picked up the one that had fallen on the floor instead. I moved to sit on a chair with the book in my hand. I opened it up and began reading it and only then did I realize that it was a spell book, an ancient Vampire spell book for making certain types of potions. The writing was slightly different from usual and it was faded but I was somehow able to read it.

Penelope said, beaming with joy. Aiden raised his eyebrows in surprise. "The last known book of witches? That sounds interesting. What's it about?" "Well," Penelope began, flipping through the pages, "it's about a powerful potion and medical procedures that can supposedly get rid of any monster that's taken over a person's body. It's called the Spell of Exorcism." "Exorcism?" Aiden chimed in, looking up from his sandwich. "Isn't that what they do to evil spirits in horror movies?"

“Dear reader, the information in this book was recovered from decades of research, spanning across multiple realms. This book is not a topic of fiction, every chapter contains groups and spells which demand to be taken seriously, by performing one of these spells, you will be taking the risk of repercussions being bestowed upon yourself and any persons related to the spell. I highly urge you to take every precaution possible to remain safe. Some groups do not possess a name, I have described these groups as the names of their surroundings.” Once I read this I panic a little, so this book is a kind of spell book? This alone telling me the other people who are after it, probably want it for a

I smile admiring them. "Tomorrow is the day after a millennium of waiting, who is it going to be???" I was taken aback, since Nana spoke in Riddles, I don't understand any of the things she said "Err…..Nana..what do you mean?" I asked scratching my hair, "Tomorrow is the full moon, are you prepared?" "Yeah sure you said we are going to work at the Mansion tomorrow," I said "A heart exchanged for power, a soul sold to the devil, who will be mated to her?"

It only reminded me that the world was still spinning, still demanding answers I didn’t have. So I dragged myself to the library. The massive shelves stood like ancient guardians, stretching high above me, whispering secrets I didn’t have time to decode. I headed straight for the restricted section—the only place where spells that strong would be kept. A barrier spell. One powerful enough to hide a child for years. I searched through every shelf, every drawer, flipping through books that smelled like dust and burned ink. I kept finding scraps of new information—lost rituals, forgotten histories, warnings from witches long dead—and I wrote everything down, page after page, ink smudging onto m

I was losing time, and the more time I lost, the farther she wandered and the harder it was going to be to find her. I stared up at the emptied shelf for a few minutes, slightly impressed with what I'd done and what I could do with the entire library if it was all mine. Soon, I created some space to settle in between the books spread all over the ground. One by one, I skimmed through each of the contents regarding spells in this scenario, but all sounded terribly alike except for one unique detail I stumbled upon in one of the books. “Visit likely places the soul would be”. I whispered the words to my own hearing.

It seemed to radiate a faint magical aura. Curiosity getting the better of them, Alex picked up the book. Its cover was adorned with intricate runes and symbols, and the title read, "The Chronicles of Destiny: A Hero's Journey." The pages within were filled with tales of chosen heroes who had risen to face great challenges. As they read through the stories, a sense of connection and purpose washed over Alex. It was as if these heroes from different realms were speaking directly to them, urging them to embrace their own destiny. With the book in hand, Alex sought the wisdom of the town's sage, Mrs. Evelyn, known for her knowledge of the mystical and arcane. She lived in a cozy cottage on the

I ignored it and smiled. "I heard Merko mumbbling words, and repeats it now and then," I told him with the intent to pull away the topic from Mherkealla. I admit, I really wanted to ask about her. However, seeing Yamiko's reaction made me realize that he wasn't ready for it. "He might be trying to create a new spell. Spells are powerful, like summoning the spirit of nature to hear your words and abide it. Yet, some are too strong and evil that it is forbidden use."

The air smelled like old paper and moth balls. “This is the restricted section,” she said, gesturing to the shelves. “Most of these books are centuries old, filled with knowledge that’s been forgotten—or maybe even deliberately hidden. If there’s any information about the spell blocking your wolf, it’ll be here.” We spent the next hour combing through the shelves, pulling down books with titles like Ancient Curses and Their Remedies and The Lost Art of Mating Rituals. More than once Gertrude fell into sneezing fits from the dust, her glasses falling off her face, and the faint scent of mildew was giving me a headache, but we didn’t stop searching.