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“I told you he is very powerful, didn’t I? Who do you think made those dark beasts that have waged war on my behalf against Vak and his subjects?” “Wait, Zokman created those wild beasts?” “Yes.” “And you call those things werewolves? They bear no resemblance to us at all.” “Well, everything is still a work in progress, dear Luna. When I become the Alpha King, Zokman will perfect his techniques using people from other regions as well. Until then, we shall make do with what we have for now.” An alarm went off in Erin’s head. “What do you mean by using people from other regions? How does Zokman create his kind of werewolves?”

Your person is coming. She smiled. “Thank you.” He nodded, “Go home, young lady.” Kisha stood, then hesitated. Can I ask you something? “Of course.” Why did you stop to help me? He looked at her as though the answers were obvious. “Because you needed help.” Nothing more. No price, no expectation, no demand, just kindness. Kisha’s eyes filled again. She understood then. That was what Morgan had given her. That was what she had been searching for. Love that didn’t come with a contract, care that didn’t have conditions and a place where she didn’t have to perform to deserve belonging.

I had watched father read them a few times, so no doubt I know them so well. The witch seems to follow my line of sight, as she quickly reaches beneath the map and pulls out another paper, except this one is small and light, and contains a rough sketch of what looks like some ancient, forsaken building. “It is the forbidden Castle,” she says, rolling the sheet and placing it beside a pile of heavy, dusty books at the edge of the table. “These tell tales of a once flourishing Castle spelled a long time ago by one of my irate ancestors, Marina,” Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading.

The book held secrets beyond the understanding of ordinary men, secrets reserved only for those born with magic. Mathias rolled off his bed and knelt down, searching beneath it. His hand clasped around the Old Book, the weight of its ancient knowledge giving him a sense of purpose and responsibility. He took it and carefully placed it on top of his bed, treating it with reverence. Then, he started flipping through the pages of the book, each turn revealing ancient spells and captivating stories. But as he delved deeper, Mathias couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. Everything he read seemed accessible to anyone, even though they might lack the ability to wield the magic within.

' I thought as I remembered the book that I had read. The book was about the legendary Queen from before 5-6 centuries, and the front cover of the book was a white female wolf growling at the moon. "This isn't what it looks like, right?" I heard someone say near me, or should I say Carla before she growled loudly.

I just wanted to say hello and thank you for reading this book! Or at least considering so. I will be your author and host of the adventure, Rayven. What inspired this book? Well, let me tell ya! I was in college in 2011 but life decided that it wasn't my path and threw my ass into motherhood instead. Left at a loss for what to do with my time, I decided to start this book series. I knew what was in most fantasy books: fantastical creatures and places, protagonist wins via antagonist revealing plans in some way, damsel in distress, adventure, conclusion, blah boring blah.

I simply could never be worthy enough of this man’s cooking. “What is your book about?” Robert broke the silence. He surprised me, I thought this dinner was a formality he thought he needed to get over with. When I looked up I saw that the screen of his Ipad was black, and he was only looking at me. “I saw you reading it before dinner, you looked like you enjoyed it.” “It’s a fantasy novel.” I finally managed to answer after the silence had dragged on too long. He had his hand folded over each other on the table and looked at me with interest. “About a girl who befriends a demon to avoid getting married.”

I said, quickly changing the subject. "Yes, we do. Does anyone have a suggestion on where to start?" Braxton asked. I saw Thane hook his thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the books on the desk. "I vote we do some reading." I nodded, then stood up and approached the desk. They all looked very old, but I was drawn to one book in particular. I picked up the black, heavily used book that was titled Demon Hierarchy. I then turned back around and sat back down. I felt as if I was in a trance as I opened the book. All the noises in the background all faded away. I was pulled into my thoughts as I scanned the pages. I blinked a couple of times and when I looked up from the book I saw an enormous

"What can I do for ye young man?" "I need this Fantasy book 'Legend of a Dark Morth' by VIC NOVELLA, I wanted to find out if it has been published" "Errr, I uhm.... Need to check my collection" The old book keeper, Dressed in a tick rain coat with Fluffy edges stood on his feet and slipped behind the desk to sit. Riffling through the long dark book and peeking at it through his spectacles. "I think the first published set has been exhausted and out of the market for the meantime, but I think I have few left over copies here" he uttered wetting the tip of his index finger with saliva.

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