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They keep law books on the second floor mezzanine, which is potentially the darkest and creepiest area of this place. Once I get to the top of the stairs, I glance down at the piece of paper with the title of the book on. Legendary assassins and their downfall. The shelves are all sorted in alphabetical order, so I find L fast and then search through the plethora of books, looking for the one I need. The same creeping sensation that I’m being watched sweeps over me as I glance down onto the ground floor level toward the door, wondering if I wouldn’t have heard someone enter. “What are you looking for?”

Hope nodded, taking a deep breath before leaving with Florence who promised to have her back soon. Faith gave the room a quick tidy, much to the displeasure of Lizzie the maid who caught her in the act, playfully scolding her. Whilst Lizzie changed the bed, Faith went to the library to the section she hadn't been brave enough to explore yet. Vampires. The central wall was covered in books about them, constantly playing on Faith's mind as she read. Until then, she hadn't given into her curiosity, but given the light of recent situations she couldn't hold off any longer. Marching into the room, thankfully empty as usual, she waltzed straight up to the centre display and started climbing the go

I continue to read and try to understand the knowledge before me. I decide to pack these books and I go back for others. I grab several jars of herbs and such too. Several crystals who's importance I read. I grab a book on banshees, and another old book with marker on it's spine. It's so old the original print has faded. Incubi, succubi and demons. I drag it back to the room excited to crack it open.

I sat cross-legged on my living room floor, wearing nothing but an oversized black t-shirt that barely reached my thighs, my dark hair spilling loose over my shoulders. The air smelled of damp wood and the vanilla candle flickering on my coffee table, casting jittery shadows across the room. In my hands was a leather-bound book I’d picked up at a flea market that morning—an impulse buy, its pages yellowed and etched with strange symbols. I thought it was just some occult novelty, but boredom and the storm’s restless energy had me flipping through it, reading aloud words I didn’t understand.

With some effort, I managed to push it open, revealing an enormous underground chamber. My breath caught in my throat. The chamber was filled with rows upon rows of old books and scrolls—an ancient library dedicated to werewolf lore and magic. The walls were lined with shelves crammed with forgotten knowledge, and in the center of the room stood a large, intricately carved table covered in tomes and manuscripts. I approached the table, my eyes scanning the titles. Many of the books were written in old, nearly forgotten languages, but one tome caught my attention. It was bound in dark leather, the title barely legible: "The Lament of the Moon."

And are Dan Simmons books in your rich assortment of mysticism? — Our classics are on the second floor, on the outermost shelf, right next to the stairs. And Simmons... we need to look in the database. Leah headed in that direction, determined to leave today with at least a couple of collectible collections of works, including the short stories: The Dunwich Horror, The Call of Cthulhu, The Murders in the Rue Morgue, and A Premature Funeral. She read them more than once, learning them practically by heart. However, after the move, the number of her books decreased sharply and almost all the works of Alan Edgar Allan Poe and Howard Lovecraft were cut. On the one hand, those books had become di

The first figure materialized out of a swirl of brimstone—tall, pale, and haunting. Aron, the vampire, moved with impossible silence, his eyes latched onto Eve's throat, his lips drawing back to reveal fangs. "You're not from here, pretty pet," he murmured, circling her like a vulture. Alexander, the incubus prince, descended from the sky like a dark feather, his eyes smoldering as he inhaled her scent. "But you will be," he added. Alexander brushed the back of his fingers over the breast of her dress, her nipple hardening as it reacted to his hand.

Betty filled my coffee cup. I wiped a crusty cluster of sediment from the corner of my eyes and mumbled, "Thank you." She gave me a sad smile and shuffled back into the stacks. I groaned, sipping coffee the consistency of motor oil. Time to get back to work. I sure as hell wasn't going to leave it alone. Not when I was so close to the answers I wanted. Fire brewed in my belly. I picked up the book in front of me. A demonology book. The history of incubi.

He's the priest she shouldn't tempt. But confession was never supposed to feel this good. — Taboo / Forbidden / Religious kink Noami The church was quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your ears and makes every little sound seem loud. I stood just outside the heavy wooden doors, staring up at the tall stained-glass windows glowing faintly in the moonlight. The night was cool, but inside my chest, I felt this strange heat rising. My hands were shaking a little as I pushed open the door. The old hinges groaned softly, like the church was waking up. Inside, it smelled like incense and cold stone. Empty pews stretched out in front of me.

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