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— We have a division in magic manipulation. I agreed, watching her close her hand, and some of the books from the shelf came towards us, piling up on the hidden table in the darkness. It was amazing to see, and I could hardly believe my luck. Now I was there, watching books floating in front of me. It was really quite a change. — Witches, Sorceresses, Wizards, Wicca, and Archmages. — Right.

But he stepped back, offering me his arm with flawless, old-world chivalry. "Let's go build your bridges, Cassandra." The Library at Elysium was a masterpiece of mahogany, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and deep, wingback leather chairs. Usually, it was a space for quiet negotiation or solitary reading, but tonight, the furniture had been rearranged into a wide, inclusive circle. The flickering torches had been replaced by warm, steady lamplight, stripping away the shadows where secrets traditionally hid.

I thought you’d want to take a look, just in case. Thank you, Nova, I said, looking at her axolotl. We walked into the library, and she asked for a small manuscript. The man is stiff, vampire maybe? Place it in front of us. I opened it. The first page was empty, and I turned one more page; the language was ancient. Reading out loud: the shadows will rise, and the darkness answers to one only, the real queen of the forgotten souls. Uhhhmm, Nova, I think you got the wrong book. It doesn’t say anything about Rune healing.

​Instead, he stood perfectly still in the middle of the flooded street, slowly raising his head. ​Through the rain-streaked glass, his dark eyes locked directly onto mine. A slow, terrifying smile spread across his sharp features—the exact same cold, predatory smile that had haunted my nightmares every single night. ​He raised one gloved hand, made a slow, mocking gesture of greeting, and stepped back into the shadows of the carriage.

he said. Paoli gave him a pained smile. "I do know that, and I appreciate it. But my concern isn't for me," he said. He took a deep breath and seemed to reach a decision at last. "As you know, I've been reading on werewolves tonight. I think I've come across something that might explain what's happening between you and Emily," he said. He turned and retrieved a heavy tome from the counter behind him, then walked over and sat it in front of William. It was a beautiful book with a hand-woven navy-blue front cover. It was decorated with ancient magic symbols, long forgotten by all but a select few. Paoli opened the book with one hand and pointed out the section.

The porcelain cups shattered on the floor. "Where is it?" he hissed, his fingers tightening. "I know it’s here. The ritual to bind the shadow. Give it to me, or I’ll see how many times you can die before the Archivist grows bored of you." I gasped for air, clutching the 'Thorne Chronology' to my chest. "You... will never... have him." The library doors burst open. Kaelen stood there, covered in the blood of his enemies, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, ethereal light. The shadow behind him didn't mimic his movements; it grew, stretching across the floor like a living ink-blot, its claws reaching for Caspian’s boots.

She’s blinking rapidly, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs. Then, she stiffens. "Kaleb," she whispers, her voice tight. "The shadows." I look at the shadows pooling in the corners of the Great Hall. They aren't behaving right. The light source is the window, but the shadows aren't falling away from it. They’re reaching toward it. Toward the throne. They’re curling like smoke, independent of the objects casting them. "She’s here," Charlie realizes, horror dawning on her face. "Voss!" Ryker shouts.

“She’s the daughter of the vampire who died to save me. I owe her more than she knows.” “And yet... she hates you,” Elias said. I nodded. “She thinks I’m a monster. And maybe I am.” Elias frowned. “But there’s more, isn’t there?” I stood and walked to the bookshelf. I pulled a leather-bound book from a hidden drawer behind it. The cover read: The Book of Shadow Bonds. I opened it to a marked page. The prophecy was written in faded red ink. “A child born of cursed blood shall rise, Moon and night in her veins,

The vampire grabbed the book from me just as the shadow wolf let out a loud growl to open the book as it landed below the chimera. The book's pages opened right on their own before settling on one chapter before a blinding white light emitted off it followed by complete darkness. I shielded my eyes on instinct and when I opened them the creature was gone …the book pages flipped once more just as it closed itself shut. The chimera's tail disappeared right with it as well as all traces of it…the iceberg that was in its heart was now a crispy clean white with no drop of blood on it and my sword now laid on the ground clean of any evidence of the chimera.

I could feel my flesh burning and I winced in pain. “Stop running. You’re only going to suffer more,” he said as he entered the broken door. I ignored what he said and continued climbing up the stairs. It only took me a couple of seconds before I reached the line of tables in the very middle. The entire library was not in total darkness because of the light slipping through the glass windows from the outside. I ran to the east wing and hid behind the tall shelves while catching up my breath. The werewolf’s footsteps echoed in the air.