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After saying that, he pointed to the book in my hand, “Are you curious about this tribe, my lady? I'm afraid you won't find anything; that's the only record of it we have. The tribe is oddly strange; they've never appeared in public before.” I pressed my lips together. “So there's nothing about them at all?” Gregor was about to shake his head when he suddenly stopped. “We don't have books related to them, but I came across a certain book that might be connected to them two years ago.” When I heard that, my eyes lit up. “Can I see the book?” Gregor nodded before walking away. Soon after, he brought a thin and small book, which had its covers torn. “I found the book by mere coincidence, but th

Things that I didn’t want to think about. From what I had read in the books that were in the library of pearly Canines, only after committing a sin that is not forgiven by the gods can someone enter the dark world. "Well, I don't think you would like to hear the reason," Neptune said, his turquoise eyes turning a shade darker. "You can trust me with all your secrets. I am good at keeping one." I said. Holding his hand in mine. comfortingly, not knowing where did it even come from.

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

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Many animals cause fear. Some people have always been afraid of snakes, toads, owls and owls and also of bats. Today, however, many prejudices and misconceptions have disappeared because the appearance of the proles has given a lot of new meaning. Proles - The Change in Nature is a reference work in which the knowledge of our time is arranged in 13 chapters, clearly and clearly dealt with. It has been written by specialists in cooperation with trained venators to support the developing venators and contains all the necessary information that is required in the course of the training. It is intended for everyday use and is particularly suitable for quick reference.

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through

Alex was the next one who fucked me. Unlike Marhenry who looked like a wild bear and drunk for girls, Alex maximize his time fucking me. He didn’t rush things over. He kissed me first on my forehead, down to my eyes and cheeks, before to my lips. I even tasted Marhenry’s cum in his mouth, and I didn’t care. To say the least, I loved it more. There was a piercing on his tongue that I liked so much I almost didn’t want him to stop kissing me.

I grab the grimoire with the bloodline protection sigils, just in case, and a smaller one filled with locator and detection spells. At the bottom of the shelf, half buried under a stack of mismatched tomes, I find the thin volume that started it all, the one with the mention of Lycans. The sketches, the folklore, the half translated notes in the margins. I trace the cover with my fingers before placing it carefully on top of the others in my bag. Once the books are secure, I zip the case and carry it to the bedroom.

I mumbled with a full mouth. "There's extra in there. Let's keep moving." We turned the corner into another street lined with low brick buildings. One had a dusty window and a sun-faded sign that read Dog-Eared Pages. "This place is a little gem," Robbie said. "If you ever want to read up on modern stuff written for wolves from the old packs—this is where to do it. They even have books on magic you won't find in human shops." That piqued my interest immediately, but—

I moved my flashlight to where I saw a row of old armor lined up against the wall, there were some rusty swords and shields that I couldn't help but think that these shields had been here way before the Lycan King had even been born, there must have been used for a battle a hundred years ago or even more. There was a large desk in the corner with an antique-looking lamp on top, the bulb seemed to be lit but not on, there were strange-looking books, some with leather covers, others paper, some old, some brand new with pages that fell open and wrinkled under my fingers. There were even some books with gold writing on the cover but none of them looked like they were readable, I picked up the ne