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Lila looked up from the cash register, her eyes widening when she saw the book in my hands. "That's an old one," she said, her voice low. "Most folks don't even know it's here." "What's it about?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. "Werewolves," she said, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "The werewolf legends of the city." I raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on my lips. "You don't say?" "It's not just stories," she said, leaning in closer. "Some say it's based on real events."

“It’s probably best you have some more of your own clothes. Besides, you’re going to need more formal wear moving forward.” I nod. There’s only two presents left now. I open the bigger one first. It’s another book. It looks older though. Much older. It’s leather bound and I can smell how musty it is. It feels like something that should be in a museum behind a glass cabinet. I run my hands over it. There’s no title. Nothing to give away what it’s about. “It’s your family’s history, the history of the Sullivans.” Aeron states.

When you comment it helps me know where to go when I do the final edit. If you are looking for fun similar reads I have one other completed werewolf novel called Rebel Rising The Lost Alpha's Mate. A few of my loyal readers swear it's the best one from me yet! I also have another ongoing novel called Death To The Alpha about revenge and love! If you are looking for other authors to read I highly recommend Marie Night and Pheonix Storm for some fun and different werewolf stories! Happy Reading! Miri Mate pairs and the children from The Alpha's Guardian (book 1):

When Steven handed her the books, she placed them in her ring and right after they got out of the library she told him that she would like to go and buy more clothes and shoes. If she were to accompany them into the forest, she would need more appropriate clothing, especially if they were to fight magic beasts and dig up magic herbs. So he took her to a store where she could buy everything she needed and she soon realized the difference between the value of things that normal humans bought and those that were related to warriors and mages.

If only her mother’s books were left intact then she wouldn’t have to work from the scratch, because the counter curse of soul separation curse wasn’t as easy to find as the other counter curses were. With her fingers carefully skimming through the hardcover of the books, Levy read the title of the books printed on the spine. Fire infused scroll of death, Heirloom of the cunning mage Gilford, Annihilation of souls, books on torment and Fangs of eternal bloodlust—— On and on the books went and Levy chose the one that had the title closest to what she was looking for —— Annihilation of the souls, this book seemed like what she was looking for. So, she stretched her hand and picked the books fr

That’s when I saw it. A book,half-hidden beneath the bed. My heart skipped. I reached for it slowly, my fingers brushing the worn leather cover. As I pulled it into the light, my breath caught. The Legendary Luna. The title was carved into the front in elegant, ancient script. “This can’t be…” I whispered. “Isn’t this the same book from the library?” How did it end up here? Just then, Scarlet’s voice echoed in my mind. “There is a lot you need to know,” she said softly.

She would respect Maera's decison. “I’m not sure how to explain it." Lillia casually sift through the books. "But it was the second time it’s happened. At first, I felt watched. I felt a heavy presence and an intense animosity. The last time, Regaleon had appeared and I thought it was him I felt again.” When her eyes set on one, she picked it up and held it. It read, “The Art of War: Mastering Complete Connection.” Oh… we are definitely reading this tonight. Fenris spoke softly.

Frustration claws at my chest until my fingers brush against a thick, worn book shoved far back on a lower shelf. The Legend of the Dragon Warriors. I scoff immediately. Dragons. Of course. I almost shove it back. I hate everything that has to do with dragons now. Everything about them reminds me of things I would rather forget, bonds I would rather pretend never existed. But something stops me. Tiny lettering at the very bottom of the spine catches my eye. Blue fire. My pulse stutters. I pull the book out slowly and flip it open. The pages are old. Fragile. The first image nearly knocks the air out of my lungs.

"Look, you're stressed. You're seeing monsters in the shadows because the truth that nature is just cruel is too boring for you. Get your head out of those books and imaginations, Aina. It's rotting your brain." He turned and headed up the stairs without another word. I looked down at the floor. A heavy, leather bound book lay sprawled near the leg of the table. I picked it up, tracing the embossed cover- an ancient, silver eyed wolf perched on a mountain, looking down at a world it intended to swallow whole. But what if it's not just my imagination? I thought, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. What if the legends weren't just stories to keep kids out of the dark? What if

Somewhere above me a window was letting in a thin slice of afternoon light, and dust hung in it, turning slowly. Then one book caught my eye. It was older than the ones around it, the spine cracked in a way that meant it had been pulled out and put back a hundred times, by a hundred different hands, over however many years the library had stood there. The Legend of the Lycan Kings. I said the title out loud, mostly just to hear my own voice do something normal, and pulled it free. It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age.