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In addition, regarding the leak of Sabini Group case files, I will formally file a lawsuit against Dante Romano and my former assistant, Lucia Bianchi, on charges of misappropriation of trade secrets. I had just said that when my vision suddenly went dark, and I fell straight backward.

Suddenly she saw him grimace and when she followed his gaze she realized that there were prices posted underneath each book and these prices were exorbitant ranging from 5 000 to 100 000 gold coins. Cassy then asked him confused by these prices because the most expensive book she had taken was 10 gold coins and it was the book about the presentation of the 8 flames, "Why are these books so expensive, and why are they sealed?" Steven put his arm around her shoulders and he said to her a little disappointed, "All these books have a special fighting technique that allows any warrior who absord it to use an element. The symbol that you see on the cover identifies the element that the fighting te

She could feel her body is trembling but she couldn't move even one step. Amayah's eyes widened even more as the two people who had killed her mother and sister slowly walked towards her. She stared at the blade of the two swords in their hands. The swords are stained with blood from the bodies of her mother and Sister Aloha. And soon those swords will also be stained with her blood.

The witch was engaging one of the goddesses, when she noticed, they all had left her and face the standing Shadow fighters, they killed one and magically transformed him to powder, and each of them took little from the powder and blow air from their mouths on it, ground began to shake, and dusts covered the earth, the witch asked " what type of magic is this? And then all had been buried under the great dust and sands, there was a great silence for a long time, the dust went to every corner of the earth, and there was no place it did not reach. And it was like everything had been buried, suddenly rain began to fell, and washed it all away, and the deaths began to resurrect, the queen knew ab

he asked, his voice quieter this time, as if afraid to disturb the peace of the shop. I glanced at him, “I love them,” I said, running my fingers along the spines of the books. “They’re like an escape—a way to step into another world, even if it’s just for a little while.” He nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a moment too long. “I get that,” he said, his voice barely audible. I stopped in front of a section labeled Legends and Lore. The titles immediately caught my eye: The Myths of Moonsdale, The Wolves of the Moonlight, The Moon’s Chosen.

Luciana asked. "Lycans? There should be few here, I guess. I have not seen any one in particular, but I know you can get books on almost everything on this library. Every creatures that ever existed were written about. Some are true stories, some are just myths and legends. I believe you have the wisdom to know the difference." Luciana and Freya looked at each other. They didn't know anything about lycans. How would they be able to differentiate between real stories and myths.

"I got a book… an old lady gave it to me. She didn’t look old, not really. Just… strange. Like she knew me." Lucien's eyes narrowed slightly, his attention fully fixed on her. "She handed me the book and then… she disappeared. Just like that. No explanation. Nothing." Elara swallowed. "I thought it was weird, but I still took it." Her hands trembled faintly as she spoke, the memory still too vivid. "The cover said… The Legend Alpha Prince," she said quietly. "And when I touched it… it started glowing." A ripple of tension moved across the room.

The familiar scent of aged paper and ink filled my lungs—a welcome home of sorts. Without a specific volume in mind, I figured it would be best to just browse through until I saw something that sounded like it would help. Trailing my fingers along the spines as I looked, the familiar leather a comfort, I stopped on a book titled "A Kingdom from Ash: The Ashbourne Reign." I slid it off the shelf, cradling its weight in my arms as I continued my search. By the time I’d looked over all the shelves, I added three more books to my pile—"A Compendium of Bonding," "The Moon Goddess’s Blessed," and "Vampires: Blood and Legend."

She plucked one book after another, reading the titles aloud with the excitement of a child at an ice - cream shop. "Oh, 'The Chronicles of Aetheria'... ‘seducing Mr Grey’ .... ‘How to drive your Lycan crazy’.... ‘Tales of the Lost Kingdom'... 'Legends and Lore of the Lycan Forest'... "Rise and fall of Lycan-werewolf treaties. “. Sera's voice echoed softly in the quiet library. She carefully selected a few promising books, cradled them in her arms, and found a cozy corner with a plush chair to sit herself comfortably.

“Seriously?” That’s when Emma dropped the old-looking book onto my side of the table. It looked so old that its leather cover was frayed in places and you could barely read the title; Legends of the Old Country. “Where did you get this?” I asked. “The school library’s one of the oldest in the country… you’ll find an odd relic or two stuffed into the stacks if you try hard enough,” Emma answered. Emma flipped the yellowing pages until she found the one she wanted me to read.