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[He himself was cursed to write in a stone slab with the blood from his fingers until his limbs were worn off, but even after he lost both arms, he used his mouth to pen his last book which was a compilation of all his discoveries and teachings. "The book is called 'The Black Earth', derived from the deserts from which he has lived all his life," said Durant. [Al Khami was finally killed by the other mages for this, but not before he made 5 copies of the said book which was handed out to his 5 disciples.]

That's why a lot of people train their children hard in order to be strong. Lastly, the only two reasons that black magic was called a forbidden magic were because it was often used by the cursed people and that it was a lot stronger than the others. People are afraid of the difference that they treat those foreign with contempt. Black magic was the magic that contained every magic and that's why it turned into color black. However, because of that, not many people managed to understand its nature that much since aside from it required a lot of strength, the person’s mana capacity must be large too.

She finished for him, "I know that some militaries out there try to recruit Werewolves into their ranks because of their unnatural abilities." "Exactly. Witches are another problem." He said as he leaned back against one of the shelves, "Dark Witches have the uncanny ability to mess with the dead and that's just..." He shuddered, the shake caused the shelf behind him to tremble a bit, a few books tumbled down onto the floor beside him, "Oops." Amira shook her head as she picked up the books that had fallen when one book stood out to her. It was thin compared to the others and smaller in size. It was in black leather with what appeared to be aged paper within it. She set the other books aside

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The complete volume of the World Almanac on the top row, varying books about business and commerce on the middle, and a compilation of untitled white leather-bound books on the bottom. The white books caught my attention quickly. Weird. It looked specifically custom-made. I was almost tempted to open one of them when I found a familiar-looking book placed singularly at the far corner of the shelf. It was bound using black lamb skin. The title written on the spine made me frown as I read it. ‘The God’s Emerald Eyes.’

I headed toward the back room and started looking for the box she'd mentioned. I was curious why those books weren't allowed to be read freely. Was it because they were old? I opened the box and found several old books with dark brown, tan, reddish, and primarily black leather covers, each with a unique texture. The titles were stamped in faded gold lettering. There were about ten thick books in total. It almost slipped out of my hands when I picked up the last one. It fell to the floor, landing face up to reveal the title: "The Dark History of the Maximillian Kingdom."

It felt good to laugh again, even if it hurt my head. We settled on her couch, and I told her everything. The files. The ciphers. The names. The things no one was ever supposed to see. “I’ve unlocked so much, Raina,” I said, sliding the notepad across the table. “Detailed records of meetings. Blackmail lists. Offshore accounts. All connected to the Order.” Her eyes widened as she skimmed through the pages. “You’re kidding…” “And that’s not all,” I continued, my voice dropping. “There’s something called the Black Book, a hidden digital ledger. It documents every transaction, every cover-up, every crime. And it’s tied directly to Mr. Everhart.”

I needed this night more than I needed sleep. The car rolled to a quiet stop behind a discreet black door in a side street of downtown. No sign. No valet lights. Just a single brass plaque that read “Aether” in thin script. I pulled the wide brim of my hat lower, tightened the belt of the soft cashmere robe I had changed into during the drive, and stepped out. The night air touched my bare legs beneath the robe like a secret.

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The luxurious superyacht rocked gently on the warm waters of the Persian Gulf under a star-filled Dubai sky. The balmy air was scented with expensive champagne, sea salt, and raw desire. Ava Sinclair, a 24-year-old British heiress with porcelain skin and fiery red hair, had come seeking excitement. Her tiny gold bikini barely contained her full breasts and firm ass. Zahir, a tall, powerfully built Black man, approached her with his stunning partner, Layla — a gorgeous Black woman with long braids, dangerous curves, and commanding sensuality.