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“Apparently.” Seraphina smiled. “That’s why I always found you familiar.” The Book’s Warning The black book suddenly closed. Then it opened again. This time, the pages were turning rapidly. Page 1. Page 2. Page 3. Thousands of pages. Millions. Then the book stopped. A single sentence appeared. “THE FIRST DAUGHTER HAS AWAKENED.” Another line appeared. “THE FIRST MOTHER HAS REMEMBERED.” Then: “THE FIRST FATHER IS RETURNING.”

She looked proud as she explained this, but deep down, I had a feeling her father used these as leverage. She walked over to the end of the bookshelf, pulling out a black leather-bound book tied with a thin rope. Carved into the leather were the words ‘Book of Transcendents’. Maleigha motioned to a small round table and the three of us sat down. She handed the book to Kai and he opened to the first page.

AMBER POV. (Pg 13) I stretch my arms across my body as we walk through the grassy field in front of our cabin. I feel completely drained. I argued with so many wolves today that my throat is sore. You would think they would accept my decisions as their Goddess, but mistrust was definitely evident today.

Our kisses provided the strong bond that we have for each other, I gave him my promise that I will stand by his side as his Luna Queen to love and support him in every decision he makes. “Thank you for being here my love, I love you so much with all my life.” I smiled hearing the familiar words that he always says during our lovemaking. “And I love you too, my Alpha King, always and forever.” ************* Thank you all for reading.... Please give me a chance to introduce my next book featuring the daughter of Alpha Zero in the title “My Love From The North” Soon to publish here in Good novel. Jengreyy

I whispered, grabbing the thick leather spine. I took it over to a nearby wooden desk and sat down. I carefully lifted the heavy, iron-bound cover, and the moment it fell open, the book reacted. The pages began to flip around wildly all by themselves, a small gust of wind whipping past my face. My eyes almost fell out of my head as the parchment blurred. So cool, Eva chimed in, her voice full of awe. The frantic flipping suddenly stopped, the book settling heavily onto a page near the center. Written boldly at the top in dark, ugly handwriting were the words: Non-Mage Bonding and Lineage Purity.

A faint line appeared across one of the blank pages. Not ink. More like light flowing beneath paper. It curved slowly, forming what resembled part of a circle before fading again. Valerie frowned. "It isn't writing." Evelyn stepped closer. "No." "It remembers." Valerie traced the fading line with her eyes. "Can books remember?" "They can if they were never meant to be books." Silence followed. The answer sounded impossible. Yet nothing about the Origin Book had behaved like an ordinary object since she first touched it. It had never simply contained information.

“I can’t read the next part. The characters are recognizable, but the combination is absolutely atrocious. I can’t read a single word and I don’t know what this is all about.” He passes the book to me and I try to decipher what I can. “I can recognize a couple of words in between the ones we can’t read. ‘Surviving line’, ‘children of the night’, ‘home devoid of warmth’… and that’s it. I don’t get the rest.”

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

But the second I did, it breathed. The book didn’t open. It unfolded. The cover split open in silence, pages spilling like silk, the air humming as the magic within adjusted to me. Not the other way around. I froze. There was no resistance. No permission asked. Just acceptance. Like the book had been waiting. The ink inside shifted before my eyes, words scrawling themselves across the first page in ink that shimmered between black and violet: To the One Who Was Hidden. To the One the Stars Remember.

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