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I commented, taking a seat on the only chair, breathing in the peace that surrounded me now. The first book on top of the pile had it’s name carved on the leather cover, painted with gold and designed with small gems that shines when the light hits them. At first, I found it hard to read the letter but the more I stare at them, the more I seem to get it. It reads, “The Helsings: Protector of the Kingdom of Doria…” I opened the book, and oh, it was empty. Empty. Like really empty! Confused, I began flipping the pages only to find nothing but an empty pages, a thick empty book.

He opens the one he devoured last night, *Your Sire Claims You Completely*. "Fucking hell," TJ mutters under his breath. They're all here. Every single one. He closes that file and notices the one dated yesterday, the only one with a title he doesn't recognize. It's called *Your Master Smears Your Blood Good*. What a title. He has to read it. TJ opens an incognito browser window, logs into his Drive, and uploads that file. He closes that window, maximizes the grimoire window again, and just as he hears footsteps descending the stairs, slides back to his seat.

"It is Draven. He is fine." A pause. "Of course he is," Darius said quietly. The librarian spent the next ten minutes carefully examining the fallen shelf, the scattered books, and the damaged railing. Kael helped stack the books into neat piles. Several of them had fallen open to random pages, and as he collected them, one caught his eye. He picked it up. The title on the open page read: On The Nature of Probability Manipulation in Pre-Civilization Eryndor. Kael read the first paragraph.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

They stepped inside. Raven’s sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—titles in languages older than Arcadia Prime, bindings of shadow-leather and bone. Victoria moved with purpose, fingers trailing over volumes until she stopped before a thick tome bound in matte black hide that drank the light rather than reflected it. Silver script crawled across the cover like living veins: *Intricate Military Command of the Dead* *Advanced Studies in the Art of Necromantic Warfare* Raven reached up—standing on tiptoe—and pulled it free. The weight surprised her; this was no slim intermediate text. This was dense, heavy with diagrams of battlefield sigils, troop formations of the risen, rites for coordinating

She kneeled beside a locked iron chest, whispered a spell under her breath, and opened it. The air dropped ten degrees. Inside lay a thick, ancient book wrapped in dark leather that looked almost… alive. The Book of the Damned. Its surface pulsed faintly. Rhea swallowed. “That thing creeps me out.” “It should,” Violet said simply. She carried it with both hands and placed it on the oak table. As she flipped open the pages, black ink shimmered like oil. Kael stepped closer. Fenrak crossed his arms, expression changing from playful to serious.

If there was even a sliver of a way back… My fingers dragged over one particularly ancient tome: bound in silver and wrapped in spell-locked chains. I whispered the unlocking spell, old enough that the air around me shimmered with pale blue glyphs. The book creaked open. “Chronos Binding,” I murmured. The title alone sent a chill down my spine. Inside were diagrams of realms overlapping each other like threads in a tapestry. Old Realm. Divine Plane. Mortal Realm. Abyssal Void.

[Discovered - Lost Civilization Dungeon] [You've received a Skill rank-up card.] [Pioneer reward: If the host kills the dungeon's boss, the host can gain control of the dungeon.] "At the very least, I got this reward." Thud. A book landed directly at my feet. It had a blood-red cover that gave off a dreadful feeling. I frowned and grabbed it. My eyes widened as soon as I noticed the title of the book.

“Loved your voice, can we talk?” Through all of these, it dawned on me that I had no official page on the social media platforms so I decided to get on it. I started by opening I*******m. I'd deleted my old account months ago after I was convinced that no one cared, but now it seemed like they did so I created a new account: @DrewOfficialMusic. My profile picture was a still from the music performance video which I screenshotted myself and my Bio read thus; “Singer | Songwriter | Live Performer | For bookings: drewbookings@g***l.com.”

She scoured ancient texts and scrolls, searching for any hint of forgotten power or hidden strength. Hours passed, and Lola's eyes burned from reading by candlelight. Just as she was about to give up, she stumbled upon a dusty, leather-bound tome. The title faded, but she could make out the words "Beast of Gévaudan." Her heart raced as she flipped through the pages, reading about an ancient and powerful creature that once terrorized the lands. The spells within promised immense strength and near invincibility, but they also carried dire warnings of the cost.