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Small sparks of magic dance in the air, swirling around me, creating an atmosphere of expectation and latent power. I walk to my private library, where rows of ancient, forbidden books rest on weathered wooden shelves. Each of these books is a source of power. But there is one book in particular I seek, one that carries within it the weight of generations of enchantresses, the most potent and forbidden of all: the Bloodbound Codex.

I breathe deeply, filling my lungs with this intoxicating mixture, and feel something inside me uncoil in response. My heterochromatic eyes adjust differently to the darkness—my brown eye seeing the physical world of trees and earth, my amber eye perceiving the magical currents that flow through everything here. It creates a disorienting double vision, a world layered upon itself. Through my amber eye, I see the ward's energy as a distant shimmer, like heat rising from summer pavement, creating a dome over the entire Hidden Bowl.

It was shallower than she expected, but her small stature needed little room. By instinct, since she could not understand a single line in the grimoire, Martha chose a spell. It was the only spell in the center of the page. She ran her fingers over it the handwritten letters. The energy it gave off was not like the others. It was—darker. Apprehension formed in her mind. Just below the spell was a drawing of a hand, a rune dead center of the palm. She traced her fingers over the picture. A malevolence was radiating from the page. Everything about Sven was evil. Why would his book of written spells not reflect that?

At its far end sat a simple altar, around which were placed dozens more candles. Otherwise, it seemed empty. Caitlin wondered for a moment what she was doing here. Was there a special reason? Or had her mind just been playing tricks on her? A side door suddenly opened, and Caitlin spun. Walking towards her, Caitlin was surprised to see, was a nun—short, frail, dressed in flowing white robes, with a white hood. She walked slowly, and walked right up to Caitlin. She pulled back her hood, looked up at her and smiled. She had large, shining blue eyes, and seemed too young to be a nun. As she smiled wide, Caitlin could feel the warmth coming off of her. She also sensed that she was one of hers: a

A small whisper from her lips flared multiple sparkles in his body. ____________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Only one chapter. Means Epilogue is left which will be updated real soon. Do give a try to my other books as well. Spread the purple heart.

doesn’t take but a second for either one of us to teleport to each other so I don’t have a problem what so ever, I told her that growing up the rich Alpha’s only child I had a lot of time on my hands I would spent hours harnessing my elements and my familiar to use my magic that why I am able to cast spells that I only can undo. She said that is amazing I told her that I will teach her how to weave spells and I asked her what her daughter looked like and what their familiars were she said that Hopes is a bear, Sky is a wolf and Willow’s is dragon, I explained to her that all those familiars are strong and powerful familiar, If I could read Tyler’s aura and power I can tell if she is a weave

“It seems the fairies are not going to back down easily. You are important to them because you are connected to King Darren who is their main focus. I should speak to the Alpha so that we can figure out a way to protect you more.” “What if my powers suddenly act up and send me to Amarxona? What if my powers deliver me into the hands of my enemies?” “Zaramanni, if you hate your powers, it will work against you. Be careful with your thoughts.” The girl's lips scrunched as the librarian's quick advice sank into her mind. “You said one of the Guardians gave you something to drink,” the old librarian continued the earlier talk, his sight now focused on one of the bookshelves which held a series o

I take a step closer, my eyes lingering on the ancient letters adorning the cover. "It doesn't look like nothing," I say softly. "What is it?" Lavinia sighs, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "It's a book of spells, Winter. Dark magic. I found it in the forest a few... well, I don't know when. It's been years, though. I've been trying to understand it, figure out what it does. I thought I might find something in here that could help you locate your friend." My eyes widen. "Really?"

I searched the werewolf research database on my phone for a while, hunting for anything I could find on one sided mate bonds or small wolf forms. When my search was once again fruitless — as I should have known it would be — I switched to those paranormal romance stories I found that first night after I met Taryn. I needed something to distract me from the ache caused by our distance. I’d had to weed through a lot of terrible books, but I eventually found a few authors who seemed to know what they were writing about. Maybe those authors are supernaturals in disguise. I lift my phone and tap the button that snoozes my alarm, setting it back down on my chest all without even opening my eyes. B

I tell him. "The birthplace of magic? The book never mentioned that. Though that would explain the Fae's ability to grant others magic through deals," he says. "If you're looking for more information on the world tree I have other books you can read," I say. "Well then after I finish this one you'll have to show me the others," he responds. "Gladly," I laugh.