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The Beta muttered in disbelief. “Now we are name calling?” Sophia asked with sarcasm in her voice. Sarah on the other hand was deep into carefully studying Sophia’s blood. Her mind was working like a Rubik’s cube as she took notes inside her secret journal. She was not only thinking, she was also performing deep and complex mental mathematics and cataloguing. “This Dark matter is directly from Grimkeeper,” Sarah announced with her face close to the microscope. “Yes, I can feel it calling to me,” Emma replied.

Dante asked. "Good," Elian confirmed. He set his notebook on the desk — the one from the plane, with three lines in it. He set the laptop beside it. He looked at the arrangement for a moment with the satisfaction of something clicking into place. "What's the novel about?" Dante asked. He was in the doorway. He hadn't planned to ask. It arrived. Elian turned. "Two men," he said. "One who was built to be invisible and one who was built to make things visible. What happens when the universe puts them in the same place."

He tells me to take a seat on the little blanket which was on the floor as he looked through the items, I do as I’m told and sit down whilst pulling the blanket which was already around me tighter, now I was away from the fire I was beginning to grow colder. “I have been awaiting your arrival for many months, that is why it was not a surprise when you and your friend appeared.” He tells me still looking for whatever it was he was looking for, before too long he turns around with a huge black book in his hands. “I believe this is what you have been looking for.” He smiles handing me over the book, as I take a look down I see the title The Dark Secrets Of The Realms, this is exactly what I hav

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

She mumbled to herself lowly. Once again, her body flopped on the bed. She stared at the ceiling, looking at the cracks upon it, following them with her eyes all while wishing God would simplify her life, but she knew things never really worked that way, at least not for her. Harlow shut her eyes closed her eyelids engulfed the darkness that seemed to follow, and she liked it; something drew her to that darkness. Michael's eyes were the only thing that confused her mind, it was like she was staring at death, or maybe it was like one of those horrible dreams that seemed to last forever. Harlow couldn't help but wonder, was he even alive or living? He looked so detached from everything, everyt

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’ as she dove in for another search. Taking the book, he realised it was a thinnish volume, in mint condition, and had Diamanda’s own picture on the back. Good God, it was her latest novel! One he hadn’t read but was dying to. It wasn’t even due out till next month. He studied the title - Watching Me, Watching You - then carefully flipped it open.

I hold the doorknob of my room and gently turn it while my other hand is still holding a gun. When I opened it, I sneaked a peek. My room was dark, and my curtain was not drawn, so no light from the moon came in. I searched for the switch on the side and pressed it, so the lights in my room turned on immediately. I prepared for it and pointed the gun in different directions in my room, but I didn't see anything. I also opened the curtain to look at my window and the balcony, but I didn't see anything. I must be tired and paranoid that I'm hearing things that don't exist. I put the gun back behind me and left the room to go back to the kitchen, but just as I was leaving the room, someone sudd

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

The hallway was silent as Nova padded barefoot toward the library. Damian had gone somewhere after dinner, murmuring about a phone call, but she hadn't seen him since. The air felt heavier now, charged with something unnamed. She should have gone to bed. Nova went to the library instead. Books always calmed her, even when nothing else did. But tonight, as she stepped into the dim glow of amber sconces and candlelight, she paused. Damian was there. Damian stood at the window, suit jacket gone, sleeves rolled up, collar loosened. The city lights bathed him in a golden glow and shadow. He looked like he'd been carved from stillness, beautiful, precise, dangerous.