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Wrapping her up and stealing her away was sounding better and better. "Taryk and Atlas sent some pictures a couple nights ago," Saint said. "They're still in negotiations with the museum about the book. The parts they sent over, those are illuminated leaves from the late 1100s to early 1200s. Three pictures from the bestiary section and seven pages from the scientific section. I'll send the pages over so you can look at them." He hit a couple of buttons on his computer. Within moments, the files popped up on our screen.

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

"Out of all the ways to die, death, my mysterious door, is how I'm going out. Excellent job, Livia." After having mini heart attacks and jumping at everything that moved, I made it to the other side. "Hello?" but I didn't hear anything. I was alone. "What kind of sick joke is this? I regret following you guys." I yelled. Frantically searching for a way out, luminous words caught my attention. that through passed will come I what still R. corner the round west hidden by moon path that in last when road may R. wait east of the sun and Tolkien them a day at last, I shall.

Chapter 49 “Amuletum dicimus contradixerit tibi adduc velatos te et domum tuam. Tu nos iubes?” The Witches started chanting. I was impatiently waiting, but nothing seemed to be happening. They continued chanting and a green light appeared above them for a split second and then it was gone. But it sent an energy blast that flung books off the shelves in my library. It also knocked the three Witches back, breaking the circle and stopping the chanting.

Something about this moment didn't resonate with the dark premonition that had haunted my subconscious. My gaze snapped back to Raphael, my attention refocused. With newfound determination, I grasped the staff, aware of its limitless potential. It was an instrument of my will, capable of unleashing any power I desired. With a swift motion, I pointed the staff at the earth, and the ground began to shudder. The air grew heavy with the stench of decay as I summoned an unholy legion: an army of the damned, risen from their eternal slumber to do my bidding.

“You okay-“ All of a sudden he vanishes. His book once on his lap topples to the floor, pages fluttering. Stooping down, I retrieve it, smoothing out any creases as I look around the room, puzzled. "Hale?" I ask into the air. All it’s takes is a single blink at least four minutes later, and he’s back. A crying Eyla is clutching at him, his arm wrapped around her waist to keep her standing. And she's covered in blood.

The cabinet creaked open—files, a flash drive, and a little glass vial, capped tight, dark red inside. Blood. A scrap of paper stuck to it, Dorian’s scribble: Yours, Sienna. Always was. She reeled back, the vial hitting the floor with a clatter, not breaking but loud as hell. Roman cursed, bending for it, but the lights blinked—once, twice—then went black. Night swallowed them whole, and a low laugh crawled from the stairs. Ezra’s voice slid through the dark: “Loved the Hide and seek, Didn't you?.”

The tide of the battle was turning against us, but before I could react, I heard my siblings’ voices in my head. “We will come back. And we will have our vengeance.” In the midst of the chaos, my mother appeared before me. “Raise your hands to the sky and repeat after me. Now, quickly, so you may return when the time is right.” I obeyed, drawing upon every ounce of strength as I chanted the prophecy: "This is the prophecy of the Order. Hear now, for we shall return when: One born of royalty, One born of sin, Three brought together, Brothers of another,

Her mouth opened, and an otherworldly voice mixed with her own soprano sang through her, “It will begin with a stolen crown A worthy scion Nature and Moon Forbidden but inevitable Forever bringing harmony The chains of the past will threaten But the light will sunder them And turn them to dust.” The words echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls and crashing into the minds and the hearts of those who heard them. As the last words left her mouth, Felicity returned to normal, her body lowering back to the ground. She collapsed into her chair, her chest rising and falling in an unnatural rhythm as she looked around the room, and at the wolves who were now staring at her.