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Finally, she stilled, her hand pressing against one shelf as though the weight of memory bore down on her. “There is something I must tell you,” she said softly. Marek’s brow furrowed. “What is it?” Her voice dropped lower, carrying the weight of forbidden knowledge. “Long ago, before the Order rose, I wrote of a text — a collection of rituals, prophecies, and curses so dark it was sealed away. The Book of Damn.” Marek’s eyes widened. “The Book… sealed in the Hollow Realm?” Eloria turned to face him. “Yes. That book holds knowledge of shadow-born entities, of spirits that can possess the living. If something has taken Varek, its name, its purpose, and its weakness may be within those pages.”

Hiding in closets during their parents’ fights, whispering stories back and forth, just to feel less alone. Serena had grown used to being alone. But never with Eliora. "Is it snowing there yet?” she asked softly. “A little,” Eliora said, her voice warming. She loved the snow. “Everything’s kind of magic right now. There’s this bookstore I found today. It smells like cinnamon and old pages. I think you’d love it.” Serena smiled faintly. “Take me there one day?” “Promise,” Eliora said without missing a beat. “We’ll have cocoa and sit by the fire. And I’ll make you read something that isn’t a script.”

“But Elora . . . he is different. He is evil.” My heart begins to pound hard inside my chest. “What do you mean? Did you see anything?” When she nods, I swallow hard and ask, “Is that why you were afraid earlier, why the other handmaidens basically trembled at the mention of his name?” Madam Mara nods again, more urgently this time. “I . . . I have seen things, Elora. So many things. That man had spent so much time lurking in the library, in the catacombs. Do you not wonder where he went when he said he would go on trips? He would go out of the Capital and go to the strange places of this Kingdom, in the deepest parts of the city-states.”

After a long and arduous walk alone in the forest, Lorraine arrives at the cave where she is to meet the Three Ancient Ghosts. According to Ellie the cave was not something hard to find. It was distinctive from the other rocks. She told Lorraine not to worry that there was something about the cave that'd draw her to it. Now Lorraine could see it and she began to wonder how the inside of the cave would be like if it was like this from the outside.

I saw no reason to add to that stress by demanding that he give me lessons in something that I’d only just accepted as real. Satisfied that Nora was ready, stable, and prepared for my return, he moved next to me. Placing his arms around me and holding me close, he turned us so that we faced the mirror. “On the other side of this mirror is time in its real form. Through this portal, we can go anywhere in history; future or past.” I sucked in air with nervous anticipation as he said in a deep and authoritative voice, “Servus, take us to November third in the year eighteen-hundred and thirty-nine.”

Two small steps led to it beneath what looked like tree roots in the shape of a gazebo with a ball of light floating above. All along the walls were tall bookshelves that reached all the way to the ceiling filled with books of various colors and sizes. Elara wondered what was within the pages of each tome. As Elara approached the cauldron, her eyes scanned the room for the woman who was meant to be teaching her. When she didn’t see a soul, she wondered if perhaps she was not in the correct room. The worry in Elara’s stomach came back twice as hard now, causing her to fidget beneath the tree like gazebo. In her curiosity, Elara couldn’t help but lean over and stare into the large gold pot, fi

I dismounted, and he followed. “Where is this?” Kayden asked, staring at the dark mouth of the cave. “My scientist,” I said, and ducked inside. He hurried after me. “What kind of scientist lives in a cave?” The kind who values privacy and hates sunlight, I didn’t say. The passage opened into a wide cavern, lit by the cool, blue glow of bioluminescent fungi cultivated along the walls. It smelled of damp earth, herbs, and sterile metal. In the center, bent over a microscope made of polished obsidian and brass, was Elara.

Pierced through her chest. Her wolf howled— And went silent. Elora’s body rose again… but not as she had fallen. She emerged from the pit wrong. Her fur dripping darkness. Her smile carved with hunger. Her veins glowing with blackened sigils. And her eyes— Bone-white. Death-silver. Empty. Micah’s horrified voice echoed from far, far away. “Elora—don’t!” The corrupted wolf turned toward him. And the dream shattered. Elora screamed. Her voice ripped through her throat as she bolted upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat. Her sheets were twisted in her fists, torn by her shifting claws before they disappeared. Her heart slammed against her ribs—

“You’re going to love my house then.” “Oh yeah? Why?” I twisted toward him again, like I did when he told me the story about Gabriel’s parents and the creation of a single pack. It was so exciting to think that I was going to be a part of this amazing group of wolves. I wanted to know everything. “Elara is a collector of books. We have a sixteen-room house for only the two of us. Thirteen of those sixteen rooms are filled with books. The other three, have books but are not considered “filled”.” He took his hands off the wheel and did air quotes around the word filled.

she whispered. He laughed once, broken and breathless. “I don’t know what I am.” The cavern wasn’t natural. It was too smooth, too symmetrical. Symbols were carved into the walls, old and precise, glowing faintly as Elias stepped closer. They responded to him. To her. To the child. Ariella’s heart pounded. “This place… I’ve seen it.” Elias froze. “You’ve never been here.” “Not like this,” she said. “But in dreams. In flashes. Women running. Babies crying. Fire.”