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I stared at the title. Grim Boundaries, Containment Rituals and Demonic Anchors. Alright. That was on the nose. I tugged it free. It thudded onto the table like it weighed more than it should. The pages were vellum-thin, covered in curling script and ink illustrations that danced uncomfortably close to realism. Demons, mostly. Circles. Knots. Symbols. Some looked familiar from childhood fairy tales, horror movies, that phase in college when I thought being into witchcraft was a personality.

Her emerald eyes looked deep into my blue ones, igniting a fire inside of me I’d long since forgotten… A part of me still felt bad. As if what I was doing was wrong, but--- It was just a fantasy. It didn’t hurt anyone… With that in my mind – and probably too fucking horny to care! – I let the fantasy play out. I let her go down on me. I felt my cock hit the back of her throat, hearing her moan in respond. Her eyes teared up, and I pulled back, feeling her saliva heat my flesh. Only to repeat the process!

I had a cart to put all the books I'm picking, and I'm almost there to the second tower I'm making. There were a few people in the place who are mostly Elders of the pack. I chose a table, and started opening the pages one by one. I checked all the information on the forbidden pages. I scanned everything on the vampire, magic, darkness, curse... EVERYTHING!!! But it felt like I have only wasted three hours of my life here. "Damn it..." I hissed quietly after closing the last page of the last book I have picked on the shelves.

Patrick, Dominic's beta, had taken his leave and quickly exited the place before Dominic could call him out for his mistake. Now, fryege carefully pulled out the book from his bag as if it was made of porcelain and held it in his hands. It was an ancient book with a large hardcover and its pages yellowed and delicate. Freyge showed his asset proudly to the mage who could only stare at the book in shock. “Where did you get that?” Looking at the book, he walked near and flipped a few pages carefully, not quite believing his eyes. It held information on curses, potions, and hexes along with ingredients, where to find them, the brewing process, and a lot more.

I filed them into a daily reminder of how I could be rough in the sack. I pulled off his belt and ripped open his shirt with a faint line of my fingernails digging into his skin. He looked terrified for his life and I fed on that like my own personal drug. “I like a woman with a firm hand. I think you’ve come across several of those who need a woman with your kind of attitude. There is no guesswork and I know when I leave here you have gotten exactly what you wanted.” He wasn’t fighter material, but he was toned in all the right places and had the kind of equipment I could wrap my lips around.

At least, for now, I want to pretend everything is still alright. I step out of the kitchen and through the corridor to the living room. "Would you like any snacks with—" I gasp halfway through my question, nearly dropping the tray. Rhys is holding a familiar book in his hand. I instantly know what it is, but I stubbornly hope he didn’t read it. That thought flies out the window when he opens his mouth. "You have quite the imagination, Kira Davidson."

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

Once the magic spell was released and an ordinary looking book was changed with a light puff of cloud and I pulled out the ancient tome, running my hand over the worn leather cover. I admired the intricate designs that adorned the cover, feeling a sense of reverence for the knowledge contained within. I opened the book, flipping through the pages filled with ancient spells and incantations. I knew that this book held the key to understanding my limits, and I was determined to unlock its secrets. I started to read the Book of Witch Mysteries carefully, studying every spell, incantation and ritual in it. As I read, I realized that I had been pushing myself too hard, and that's why I almost pas

“What were they looking for exactly?” “Well,” the boy said, tapping his finger on his chin as his attention lifted to the tree above Gabe’s head, “when I first saw them, they were still on their horses. They rode to me, instead of going to the house first. The one who seemed to be in charge had evil eyes and hair as orange as the sun.” Unease washed over Gabe. Evil eyes… There was one man who fit that description. Lieutenant Mercer—the very man who nearly captured The Avenger several weeks ago. Gabe’s stomach churned with worry. “What age was this man?”

Emily simply nodded and set out immediately while the girls walked back to join the rest. Her tears had defeated her and she began sobbing bitterly as she walked not looking at where she was headed. After walking some distance she stopped suddenly after hearing what seemed like a silent growl, she quickly held her torch up but the place was dark that the little light she had couldn't help. She had been deep in the woods without knowing and she scanned the place genuinely confused on which way she came from, she made several attempts at finding her way back but it ended up confusing her even more. Then she stopped trying to make meaning of the sound she was hearing and gradually it became cle