Dnd Borrowed Knowledge Novels & Stories

But the knowledge came from somewhere deep inside me, an instinct, an echo from another life. As Dora, I had once read of them—ancients who had lived long before witches or wolves or vampires had walked these lands. I had stolen the book from the forbidden shelves, from the dust and cobwebs of the old library where knowledge slept. The pages had whispered of their extinction, of the wars that had burned them to ash. Yet here I stood, staring at one in the flesh. There was no other explanation. Darius was an ancient. It was why he had sneered when I called him a witch back in the forest.

The hallway fell silent for a few seconds, but then the pounding started again, and it was even more violent than before. "Carson! Open this door! You selfish bastard! Do you think some fake report is enough to fool me?! I'm telling you, Elliot's condition can't wait! You're donating that kidney today whether you want to or not!" I sat down in my office chair and took a sip of the cold water on my desk. Five hundred thousand dollars in wedding savings and a canceled wedding banquet. I stared at the bank notification on my phone. For the sake of her first love who was dying from advanced AIDS, she had drained my money dry. Now, she wanted to take my kidney too.

I said when she paused for a break. "Name it." "The First Born gave me knowledge about shadow walking. Techniques your bloodline has lost over the centuries. I want to share that knowledge with you. Help your pack become even stronger." Aurora's gold eyes widened. "You would do that? Share knowledge the First Born gave you specifically?" "They gave it to me to use in this fight. And you are part of this fight. Your shadow walkers are critical to the assault. The stronger you are, the better our chances."

Without giving the half-demon a chance to butt in, he delves into the details of a blood oath. An hour later, sees Brandon with a pen in hand and a book on his lap. The amount of knowledge he has received from Llearth dwarfs his findings so far. Was he alone, he’d have slapped himself to oblivion for his blatant ignorance despite all these years of searching. What have I been doing all this time? And to think that this is fundamental knowledge that every demon should know. No wonder I haven’t been able to get anything so far- I’ve been talking through my hat the whole time.

Emon The second drink went down smoother than the first. Or maybe I was just getting used to tasting ancient magic. Bibi Kamwe sat across from me again, her old hands folded neatly in her lap, her eyes shining like moons in the firelight. “You are about to learn something most humans never do,” she said. “Knowledge like this doesn’t come through books. It comes through blood. Through memory. I am trusting you not to harm others with it because there is always a price to pay.”

And if Clark’s death—and her baby’s—had taught her anything, it was that there was no such thing as second chances. * * * * * I hope you enjoyed Borrowing Amor! Continue to the next episode to read Ruby's story in, BORROWING LOVE.

“How do you know all of this?” He hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. “I learned from a… forbidden book,” he admitted quietly. “It is hidden away in the palace, a record of histories that others prefer forgotten. I’ve always been drawn to knowledge others would keep secret.” The mention of a book ignited my curiosity. “Can I see it?” I asked eagerly, thinking that perhaps it held the answers to my family’s past. But Darius’s expression shifted, hardening. “No,” he said firmly. “You must not pursue this further, Amelia. Some knowledge is dangerous, better left buried.”

” He asked, and I felt like my face had lost its color as he listed my worries. I looked at Conrad, wondering why he shared my troubles with someone else, but he only grabbed my hand and smiled at me reassuringly. ”He’s here to help. He has access to all kinds of books and is also a source of knowledge. He is the last royal dragon. They acquire knowledge even before hatching, and the data provided to them reaches centuries ago.” Conrad explained, and I gaped at him in shock. ”I asked him for help. He is the friend I told you about. Remember?”

Most of the books were donated by a head librarian (a retired wizard). I don't know why Fiona was so adamant against me copying her skill. She was okay with me copying from others, but she was off-limits. That didn't stop me, though. "Status," I whispered, and a blue screen appears before me. I glanced at my level, which was stuck at one. My stats covered six groups (everyone's stats covered these five groups)—Strength, Dexterity, Intelligence, Wisdom, and Growth.

He knew one thing for certain. The labyrinth never gave anything freely. If it spared Eryndor… then it wanted something in return. ☠️ End of Chapter 38