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Fenrir spoke, diverting my attention. “That was fast.” I spoke. “Of course, I’m actually useful.” He spoke, giving Damon a death glare. “I’m listening.” I said. “When you mentioned the entity being a shadow or rather a dark shadow that granted wishes in exchange for souls I thought that sounded familiar—anciently familiar.” He pulled out a book, “Hey, librarian, know about this?” The book was old, with the back pages already peeling off. It read in bold, vintage font, “Elemental Werewolves: The Curse of The Dragon.”

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

Finally, she stilled, her hand pressing against one shelf as though the weight of memory bore down on her. “There is something I must tell you,” she said softly. Marek’s brow furrowed. “What is it?” Her voice dropped lower, carrying the weight of forbidden knowledge. “Long ago, before the Order rose, I wrote of a text — a collection of rituals, prophecies, and curses so dark it was sealed away. The Book of Damn.” Marek’s eyes widened. “The Book… sealed in the Hollow Realm?” Eloria turned to face him. “Yes. That book holds knowledge of shadow-born entities, of spirits that can possess the living. If something has taken Varek, its name, its purpose, and its weakness may be within those pages.”

“Queen of Eldoria. Daughter of Flame and Shadow. Bearer of Blood and Ash. And I will not fall.” Her words echoed. And the last of the Temple fell. Its walls gave in to time. Its foundations surrendered to purpose. And across the land, the call rippled. In the far woods, wolves howled at the moon, sensing the flame. In the marble halls of vampire lords, hearts that had forgotten how to beat stirred with memory. In the hybrid villages, scattered and secret, children woke from dreams they could not explain… whispering her name. And far to the east, beyond mountains cloaked in eternal mist, in the halls where rot reigned and silence ruled, something opened its eyes.

The shuffle of hangers, the low hum of a dusty radio playing soft rock in the background, the occasional exclamation from a customer who’s found a hidden gem. In the back corner, I discover a wooden crate filled with books. My fingers hover over the spines, titles half faded, pages worn. I crouch down and start flipping through them, the paper whispering under my touch. Valerie appears beside me a moment later with a woven basket in one hand and a sequined scarf slung dramatically around her neck. “Any treasure?” she asks, crouching beside me. “Not sure yet,” I murmur, pulling out a leather bound book with a cracked spine. The title is barely legible. Myths of the Forgotten Realms. My breath

Queen Melinda shook in fear, her hands protectively cradling her stomach as she heard the clashing of swords in the distance. And she desperately prayed that they would walk out of this alive, that they would win this fight and her husband would return back to her safely. But she didn't know that the night had a different fate in stall for them. BACK IN ELDRADOR KINGDOM. AURORA'S P. O. V. "I will to be killed by the sword and taken by the waters" I mentally read the written scriptures engraved into the walls of the ancient goddesses room, my fingers caressing and tracing every engraved lines tenderly.

The war that took Anna's life. The Elves are divided into two groups, those who choose darkness and those who choose light. The dark elves want to rule the world and become the leader of the creatures, as well as making humans into slaves. The dark battle that Drake did not want to remember began long ago. But if there were indeed elves traces here, it certainly wasn't a very good sign.

“Why are you disturbing my rest? Did I not tell you to handle everything for one week?” The man paled. “Your Highness, my apologies. But your interference is urgently required as—” His words faltered when he glanced at me. “You can speak freely in front of your future queen,” Draven said lazily. “Dark elves are plotting against us again. This time they went too far, obtaining Glossin iron and dardaric herb. It does not look good. We found their camp near our border,” he replied. “Fucking bastards,” Draven roared. He turned to me, gentler again, kissing my forehead. “I am sorry. I have to leave you for a while.”

The Wolf, Demon and Panther shared the look of awe while Ellie sighed, “The last two haven't been heard from in hundreds of years but they are very much alive, how is it that Mal doesn't remember them I wonder?” “He has travelled between the realms in the last century, you know what affect that has on memory,” Drake answered, “I think we should catch them up, but I want Dominic here, there is much history to cover,” Ellie nodded as she pulled out a leather bound book that looked fresh off the press but had a strange air about it, “This should help,” Drake’s eyes lit up when he saw the book, the blazing orange was hard to look at but was mesmerizing all the same, “The path of the one and the

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