Romans & histoires Corrupt Books

He was going to keep her panic attack at bay for quite some time as he got out of there to solve the other problem that was Constantius. They were a variety of cursed books, which were stolen from a mystic treasure vault, at that time, when everyone was distracted by a spell, then, he broke into them, stole the twelve books of magic. That was another deal, according to the demon, who started talking about the fact that they wanted the books, but they were not going to get their claws dirty.

N-T9Mi07m6_3jP1zmgHbGa0nlCF2BZsm3VRvmqKDO-zDybK81sT-YyLMzm1cWuxLGbYbtXjULhBlYjLfxH0HGlZ0FLzlL_vdGyG7KdbPD1hdn3ymAafARIUTl-6G69L9d9BMP0Lufeb_sXLq7XdR3JIxW_c\x26sig\x3dAOD64_2L_xmPDOmNjhafX15QRw8EDX057Q\x26client\x3dca-pub-1301581561755234\x26adurl\x3dhttps://booknet.com/en/book/shattered-b142736%3Futm_feed%3Dnew_users_time%26gclid%3DCjwKCAiAxKv_BRBdEiwAyd40N1FGlTatmlPlYdRW6j4vP8rTx8FNdz1HUjsEPSDogDNFVxULuxijkBoCdzkQAvD_B

"There has to be something in here. Some spell or something that can help." "Elara, stop—" I didn't listen. I started looking through the pages as fast as I could. My grandmother was the best healer we had. She wrote down everything she knew about dark magic and how to fight it. There had to be something. My hands were shaking while I searched. Page after page of spells and cures. But nothing about shadow poison. Then I saw it. Just one small part near the back of the book. "Listen to this," I said and read it out loud. "Shadow corruption comes from its source. Kill the source and all corruption dies too."

Samantha didn’t realize the strength of the knockout drug was made stronger than normal and could kill a person in large amounts. The EMT’s rushed the King to the hospital, Cordelia following her son to the pack hospital. Cordelia could not tell right away what was wrong, she did know a drug had been used. The smell of his wolf was off. She also knew it wasn’t a wolf’s bane either, because of the smell. She let the pack doctors handle it, as it wasn’t going to kill her son.

“As long as you remember why you came back.” I reached for the new bundle and unwrapped it, my excitement returning. The familiar scent of old parchment filled the air as I flipped through the worn pages. But my smile disappeared when I spotted something strange. “Ingrid…” I murmured, holding one of the books up. “This one’s also damaged again.” She leaned over, and her brows furrowed. “What?” Pages were missing yet again!. Not torn from the spine like yesterday's own, but sliced out cleanly. Precise. Intentional.

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr

Kael looked back at the main library and saw the librarian helping a student at the front desk, his back turned, and stepped inside. The restricted corridor was narrow and cool and smelled of old paper and something faintly metallic. Wall-mounted lanterns provided a dim light. The shelves here were behind glass cases with small iron clasps. The books inside varied in size and age, some ancient enough that their spines had lost their text entirely. Kael walked slowly and read the labels on the cases. Forbidden Arcana. Pre-Collapse Records. Unclassified Origin Texts. Sealed Theoretical Works. He stopped at a case near the end and saw a label.

There were also immortal books made of multi-colored ancient jades, golden books covered with dazzling, lustrous golden lights, and even strange books enveloped by lightning. Alex was dumbfounded just by looking at them. He looked at the crowd around him and realized that no one looked in that direction. Even if he reminded them by making vague references, they failed to sense anything. Pigsy even came over and passed through the bookshelf, yet it found nothing. Sensing no anomaly, it was as if the bookshelves containing the bizarre books were utterly nonexistent. “Do you find this table a little odd?” Alex deliberately said after he walked to the table and knocked it.

Instinctively, my hand rested on the hilt of my sword as I stepped beside him. He picked up the first book on the stack: The Compendium of the First Blood. It was a book so old its pages were made of cured vellum that should have lasted ten thousand years. I watched as he opened it and gasped. Cold rushed through my veins—the book was mutilated. "This is the chapter about the ancient evils," Orion commented as he flipped the pages. It seemed like something, or someone, had reached into the book and torn off the pages with claws. I suppressed the anger bubbling to the surface at such damage done to something so historical.

In the meantime, she picks up the book from under the bed and continues to read. Just as earlier, nothing more than what the healer said. Except for... "If two souls are connected, the soul stone that affects one can slowly corrupt the other" She reads out loud and a sudden wave of anger rushes over her. She gets up and throws the old book into the fire. "Lies!" A voice screams in her head as she watches it burn.