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Curiosity gets the better of me and I stalk forward to turn the golden knobs of the door. They give way and the door pushes open with a terrifyingly loud creak. But what the two doors hide is so much more amazing. It is a library. Books line the walls, and a great swirling staircase leads up to the second floor of it. Two large windows let the moonlight in as the torches do not lead on into the library. I shut one door behind me, leaving the other open in case the doors were to lock behind me.

The passage that we used to come to the throne room from the doorway lies in front of me as I stop twisting and twirling. Without thinking twice, I run towards it. The doorway was a circle with a gelatinous substance in the middle. An unearthly glow surrounds it, shining like a beacon beckoning me to come towards it, to cross it so I could escape the devil. “No, Callista,” Qaetanya says, using my moment of weakness to break past my restraint. “It’s useless.” But I don’t listen to her. Instead, I run to find the doorway. And I keeping running.

Gnapika’s breath caught in her throat as she realized that this might be the very clue she had been searching for. Gowthami, still moving as if in a trance, pressed the button. A soft click echoed through the room, followed by a low rumble. Slowly, the bookshelf adjacent to the mirror began to move, splitting in the center and revealing a hidden doorway behind it. The door was small, almost nondescript, with a single keyhole embedded in the wood. Without hesitation, Gowthami inserted the key into the lock. The door creaked open, revealing a narrow passageway that led into darkness. Gnapika’s eyes widened in amazement, her earlier panic momentarily forgotten. Ram, standing beside her, could o

If she had left something here, I needed to find it before Vance did. I was running my hand along a tall bookshelf in what looked like an old study when one of the books felt loose. I pulled it out and heard a soft click. The whole shelf shifted a few inches to the side, revealing a narrow doorway behind it. “Damon,” I called quietly. “Come look at this.”

Tyler Bennett pov I turn left, making a metronome squeak as my rubber soles hit the tile. There are no people in the hall. As I turn the corner, a stark white wall is broken by a doorway. The door is hefty and sturdy, constructed of dark wood possibly ebony or Eastern black walnut and polished to a shiny glossy sheen. The wood has an inset gold medallion. A snake with its head drawn back and its fangs wide open, ready to attack, was loosely coiled around a shield and the letters.

I had a lot of stares from the pack and a lot of heads being nodded in my direction. “They bow to the queen of the south!” echoed forcibly in my head. “OKKKKKKK. Let’s rein that ego in.” My wolf huffed in reply but did no such thing, if anything she puffed out her chest more just to annoy me. I inwardly groaned. Today was going to be a challenge in more ways than one. The library doors were a light oak wood with glass panels that had intricate floral designs of green and gold inlaid onto them. They were beautiful and as Becca went in I stayed and ran my finger over all the intricate details.

The book remained firmly in place, as if glued to the shelf. I pressed against it experimentally. To my surprise, a soft click sounded, and the entire bookshelf rotated smoothly on hidden hinges, revealing a hidden door set into the wall behind. My heart raced. A secret room? What could Edward possibly be hiding? My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing something important beyond that threshold. I stepped closer, reaching for the handle, my curiosity overriding my sense of propriety. Edward’s private matters were none of my business, but something about this hidden door pulled at me.

⸻ 🌙 The Deepest Section The Keeper raised her hand. The library transformed. ⸻ The endless shelves moved aside. ⸻ Millions of books separated. ⸻ Creating a path. ⸻ A path leading deeper. ⸻ Much deeper. ⸻ Toward a section nobody had ever entered. ⸻ At the end stood a massive black door. 🚪🖤 ⸻ Ancient. ⸻ Locked. ⸻ Forgotten. ⸻ The title above it glowed.

Then he kissed her. Hairs stood on end, I closed the book while gritting my teeth. This is too cheesy! "Maybe...I'm wrong," I sighed. Planning to stride out, my feet halted upon seeing a mysterious door on the side. 'Room after another room? There's no way they'll put a comfort room inside.' "What's that door for?" I wondered. Stepping closer, I imagined all the possible things I could see.

“If we’re caught—” “We won’t be,” Rowan said quickly. “Just… keep watch.” At the bottom of the steps stood a pair of heavy iron doors. Strange runes burned faintly across their surface, glowing with old fire. Rowan pressed her hand against the metal. The bloodmark on her arm throbbed in answer. The doors swung open with a low groan. Inside stretched a vast library, older than anything Rowan had seen. Shelves carved from black stone lined the chamber, filled with scrolls sealed in ash-crusted cases. The air was heavy with the scent of smoke, as though the room itself had been burned and remade.