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He’d barely said anything, but the quiet tension in his presence was like a storm waiting to break. Focus, Ariana, I scolded myself, though the pep talk did little to curb the flood of emotions. Shaking off the lingering sensations, I looked down at the books in my lap—Black Moon Wolf Pack: Origins, Histories V1, and Histories V2. A small note rested on top, with Draven’s distinct handwriting: “Next time, just ask.”

“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

The Echoing Pulse: A spell that releases a silent wave of energy, knocking back anyone within a five-foot radius and giving the caster a moment to breathe. Edan leaned back, crossing his arms with a satisfied look. "As you can see, that volume is dedicated solely to the art of defense. Books like that are a massive hassle to track down. Most grimoires try to cover everything at once, but a book that focuses on mastering a single discipline? That’s a rare find."

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

I thought of preparing to produce in large quantities of ancient godly pellet for Justine so I passed the forest at airport hills and picked some of the ingredients and went home. I thought of going through the remaining two books to access what the book contains. Having eaten some fruits to my satisfaction I sat down behind the three books. I didn’t waste much time on the elixir production book. I took the third book to look at the caption. Behold it was chanting for astral power to rule the world, all the episodes. I quickly began to flip through the book to check if the book really contains all the episodes. It was from volume one up to volume twenty. I couldn’t hide my excitement. But I

I punched three more times before it broke through. “There it is.” My eyes darkened with satisfaction. I grabbed the panel and slid it open. Inside were only two books. An ancient-looking tome, and a thick grimoire. I picked both up and quickly unlatched them before flipping through the pages with growing anticipation. Unlike the others, none of the pages were torn. I heaved a sigh of relief while a faint smile tugged at my lips. “Now, let’s see what you are,” I whispered. I scanned the titles carefully. The grimoire was titled Makisteia. The tome beneath it was Malkara Lyk — Vael Sorcery and Curse of the Wolves respectively.

Vaelspire Keep, The Forbidden Vault The Vault doors groaned open, revealing shelves lined with tomes bound in skin and bone. All the ancient and forbidden books of the old were stored and recorded there. Books with knowledge too ancient, too powerful, and useful to their enemies were stored here. Alaric stepped inside, torch in hand, his eyes scanning until they found the one he needed. It read, Bloodborne Bonds: Curses, Hybrids, and Abominations. He flipped through the pages, stopping when he saw an illustration that made his heart freeze.

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

She gave Zeda an amused but concerned look. “Yeah, I guess.” The truth was, she hadn’t. “How’s your hand now, Drav?” Draven flexed his arm muscle. “Good as new.” Just then, the werewolf girl came back with a thick, brown book with the title written in gold. “This is the book you’re looking for,” she said, handing Zeda the book. Her hands were still shaking. “Yeah, thanks,” Zeda smiled. The girl hurried away. “You’re reading about werewolves?” Rose looked surprised.

Some primordial instinct sensed the immense power housed here. I moved swiftly toward the back where the most dangerous texts were kept, lantern held high. The arcane symbols on these tomes seemed to shift and writhe in the flickering light. I selected an innocuous brown book titled Bond of Will and eased it carefully from the shelf. Blowing off the layer of dust, I began rifling through the faded pages eagerly. Diagrams of intricate runes and disturbing illustrations of chained dragons met my eye. I devoured the archaic text hungrily, searching for the secret rituals to bind a dragon's will. Here, at last, were the forbidden truths I had sought!