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"Weird stuff, huh? The gods' hidden agenda... Everything you need to know about your future is in those books. In order to find the Fated One, you'll need the clues to figure out where to look." With her head cocked closer, Alicia's grin deepened, her green tongue wagging. "Death and life are both shrouded in secrecy. In my possession are copies... which are also available to you, but at a cost." Darwin's breath caught in his throat once more, but this time he was terrified. In his haste to locate the manuscript, he may have forgotten the price that had been warned to him, and now he paid dearly for it. He raised his eyes to meet the Dark Creature's, whose shape had grown much more menacing

Alex's face turned sad before he said with the same smile which had pulled her in "oh Well, this time I will make sure you that you never forget me." Liza was talking to Ms. Cassandra Clare, one of her all tie favorite authors. She loved the novels by Cassandra Clare. Usually, Liza preferred to stay grounded in reality but there was something in her books that made her forget about everything. She was discussing the contrasting characters of James Carstairs and William Herondale (both of them were characters of a very popular series called 'The infernal Devices') and how despite being so different they still seemed to be similar to each other when someone spoke from behind her. "Excuse me Ms

It was as if every piece of knowledge that could be useful in this world had been gathered and preserved here, waiting to be used by those who needed it. My fingers moved slowly across the shelves until they stopped on one particular title. Herb Remedies & Elixirs. The moment I read the words, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just recognition—it was something deeper, sharper. Images flooded my mind without warning, vivid and overwhelming. A small room, dimly lit, with books scattered across a bed. Pages filled with notes written in hurried handwriting. My hands holding one of those books, flipping through it quickly, trying to memorize something important. The feeling of pressure, of n

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She settled on the last one. “The crosses,” she said, nodding as they walked under another one. “Don’t they bother you?” He looked at her, not understanding. He looked like he’d been lost in thought. “Don’t crosses hurt vampires?” she asked. Recognition crossed his face. “Not all of us,” he answered. “Our race is very fragmented. Much like the human race. There are many races within our race, and many territories—or covens—within each race. It is quite complex. They don’t affect good vampires.”

If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex. If you’re a fan of fantasy series with werewolves, demons, vampires, witches, gods and whatnot, you can read THE WICKED GAMES, which is the first in the series called The Spirileaxus Saga. Unfortunately, none of the books in this series is standalone, so you have to read them in chronological order. You can also go for CURSED BLESSINGS. Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones.

It's hard to focus without her, but I lead Axar into the small library with me as I begin to search. Having been alive for so long I've acquired many books and ancient pieces of literature. Some are in immaculate shape, others are torn segments and several pages, barely tethered together by bits of spine. Many of these are family heirlooms as well, handwritten and handed down to future generations for guidance. Some are my own notes and contacts, roughly scribed here and there and then stuffed back onto shelves. I find several books on banshees and a couple on cambions. I find some on death as well, and I stack it into my arms with the rest the pile. "Take this one too." Axar softly suggest

Caierre staggered. The wolf roared. The sound exploded through his skull like thunder. He nearly collapsed. The clearing blurred. The soldiers immediately reacted. Several raised their weapons. Others stepped backward. Morwen remained perfectly still. The pain intensified. Caierre squeezed his eyes shut. Memories flashed through his mind. Not his memories. Someone else's. Blood. Screaming. Chains. A massive black wolf thrashing against restraints. Silver symbols carved into stone. Voices chanting. Magic. Darkness.

I hiss. Apparently, you can't trust the word of someone you met in an underground werewolf bar. The entrance to Dyad Marketplace should be here, right past the— Something glimmers in the bricks on the other side of the fountain. Something bright and shiny. Striding across the courtyard, I approach the bit of metal stuck in the wall. A grin breaks across my face. "Perfect." Placing my fingers on the thin strip of metal—something that would appear completely innocuous and meaningless to any basic person walking by—I speak the incantation. "Aperta obidier."