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Knowing she didn't have any time to waste, Sara started her search, reading the random titles one by one, not noticing the shadow that was watching her from the back with a sinister smile. Moving from one rack to the other, Sara stopped at a certain shelf that contained a single book, She wondered if the word book could be used to describe the huge tome, unlike the rest of the section's content, this book barely had any dust on it, the wrapping was also eye catching as it was made of dark leather, the darkest she ever saw, and so were the pages, Sara thought to herself as she extended her hand, curious about the odd book, but was stopped midway by the unexpected whispers.

“You are stronger than that, Demika. You are the last of the bloodline of Wicca. Do not let the darkness claim you.” The ancient tome lies before her, its leather-bound cover worn and cracked with age. The Book of Shadows is far larger than she imagined, a massive, imposing presence that seems to hum with a life of its own. It radiates an energy that is both intoxicating and terrifying, a potent mix of promise and peril. Demika sits cross-legged on the floor of her room, the only light coming from the flickering candles she has arranged in a circle around her. The shadows dance on the walls, their movements almost hypnotic, as if they are alive, as if they are watching her.

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Completely unguarded. And that, more than anything else, unsettled him. Because he could feel it. In his chest. That deadly spark again. He scanned the cover, thumb following the title, then back at her. "Why this one?" "It's a book about sadness," she told him quietly. "But not the kind that cries out. The kind that settles into the space between us." Some dark, wordless flicker showed behind his eyes. He nodded once, palming the book into his coat pocket as if it was evidence in a case he wasn't ready to break yet.

And then Donato stopped. Because the shadows finally peeled back enough for him to see it. A stone pedestal alone. Centered beneath a beam of pale blue light like moonlight trapped underground. And resting on that pedestal… was a single book. Black, old, bound in rough, darkened leather. Its surface cracked like something had clawed it. And around it circling like frost drifted a faint, ghostly mist. Donato's breath left him in a shocked, trembling exhale. "The Black Great Book…" he whispered.

Restricted Archives. The sign should have been enough to stop me.It wasn’t.I descended. The temperature dropped with every step, until the air itself felt sealed away from the rest of the world. At the bottom, a single table sat beneath a flickering torch, covered in books that looked older than anything I had ever seen. One title stood out. The Fall of the Shadow Queens. My breath slowed as I opened it.The pages were fragile, the ink faded but still legible.Illustrations showed figures surrounded by living darkness, not casting shadows but commanding them as extensions of themselves.

He spoke sensually as a smile broke between his lips, "Did you feel anything?" "Huh?," She asked unable to grasp his last words. "The book?, did you feel anything holding it?," "I think so, I can't quite explain it, but it felt something, like a surge of energy when I came In contact with it," She explained vaguely yet enough for Leon to understand. The book in her grasp contained the highest concentration of dark magic in comparison to any other books in the Library. It was a book that linked the portal between the world of the living and the world of the dead.

“It seems you’re making this a habit. Perhaps I should give you a massage today as well, go undress now.” His gaze dropped for a moment, landing on the open book lying next to me on the bed. Damien chuckled softly, his laughter rich and deep like a quiet storm rolling in. “That book,” he remarked, shaking his head, “is full of half-truths. Only a handful of those things have any basis in reality.” “Really?” I countered, my curiosity piqued despite myself. Sliding off the bed, I picked up the book and held it in my palm, examining its worn cover as if the answers to the universe might suddenly reveal themselves.

The panic began to bubble up. I tried again, forcing my lungs to work, to scream and call for help. Nothing. And then, a wave of dark air slipped into the room. And then, the dark matter or whatever it was began to unfold itself deliberately and unnaturally. I took steps back, my eyes still struggling to process the sight in front of me. There was no true shape at first, only the suggestion of one As it moved farther into the room, faint outlines formed. An outline of a beast or a man…

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️