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A thousand stories asleep. And not a soul in sight. I exhaled, tension bleeding out of my shoulders. Finally. I wandered slowly at first, trailing my fingers across a shelf labeled Obscure Rituals: Northern Packs. The spines were cracked and peeling. A few had symbols burned into the leather — one shimmered faintly when my fingers hovered. The deeper I went, the darker it got. No artificial lights here, no buzzing crystal or overhead mage-orbs. Just slatted sunlight and dust beams. I rounded a corner, turned left down a tighter row, and—

The library itself was a testament to the wisdom and knowledge accumulated over generations. The lighting in the library was a sight to behold. Bioluminescent sconces adorned the walls, casting a soft, ethereal glow that danced across the pages of the books. It was as if the wisdom contained within the volumes was brought to life by the gentle luminescence. Crystals, embedded within intricate chandeliers, scattered and refracted the light, creating mesmerizing patterns that shimmered across the vast expanse of the library.

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HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

Bjorn held the lamp like a club, ready to bash whoever, or whatever, came through the front door. But he noticed that the light in the room was growing. It was finally sunrise, and he had survived the night! Or at least, he was close to surviving it. He stood anxiously waiting and watching the door, breathing hard but starting to ease with each second that ticked by. The sun was coming up. The pounding on the door had abruptly stopped in time with the growing dawn. He heard a scuttling of footsteps on the patio, then the creaky wooden stairs jostled mightily as several bodies pounded down them and into the early morning light.

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

But this time it didn't lead me the way it had the first time. Instead, the light suddenly began to flip every single book on the shelf. It came almost like a thick rush of wind, sharp and sudden, and I had to step back quickly to stop myself from being hit by the books flying off the shelves one after the other. The sound of them hitting the floor filled the entire room, loud and fast and relentless. Then just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. Everything became completely calm. Quiet. Still. When I looked down at my feet, the Book of Shadows was right there.

Everything felt frozen in time, like a snapshot of a life that had never truly belonged to her. But something about being in the room brought a sense of clarity, a feeling that she was on the verge of discovering something important. Elara’s eyes drifted toward the bookshelf, a collection of novels and journals that had once been her only refuge from the cruelty of her fake sister and the indifference of her parents. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing over the spines of the books as she searched for something—anything—that might give her the answers she so desperately needed. She pulled a few books off the shelf, flipping through the pages absentmindedly, but found nothing of interest.

Would I ever find the answers I sought? And now Aide seems to be impatient, I have to find something to calm and change his heart against running off like that. Suddenly, my gaze was drawn to a shimmering silver cover book peeking out from the shelf. It stood out amidst the sea of worn spines, beckoning me with its enigmatic allure. Intrigued, I tiptoed on the ladder, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

It is Divergent, insurgent, and Allegiant first edition series, the notebook, The fault in our stars, and Shakespeare books. "I didn't know what kind of books you like, so I just picked the ones I think you might love"a voice startled me, and I placed my hand over my chest. "You scared me, " "Sorry," there is a dark grey wardrobe just behind the door. And a matt on the floor, a white round table at the corner. "It's fine really, I think I will read them. It's been a while since I have read an addictive book, maybe I will find one in these books. Who knows"I shrug, and sit on the bed.