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Some parts were written in a language she didn’t recognise—but somehow… She could understand it, not perfectly and not everything, but enough as it spoke of beginnings, of creation, of power and of her. Zoe’s breath would catch every time she turned a page. Stories of the Moon Goddess creating wolves, stories of balance between light and darkness and then, there was something else, buried deep in the book, a warning, a legend and about a being born not of one ... but of many.

She asked before Mr Martins audibly cleared his throat. "Uhm. The book" He turned to Zach. "The book you're holding unto from the library?" Then Zach pulled out a significant novel from his jacket trying his best to shield the title from Regina- -the title that was clearly shown on the other sides, the voices in your head. -a psychological true life thriller about a young boy with the gift of hearing dead people's voices. And Zach had wandered, if there was a chance--it was his gift, and if maybe his was paranormal.

Joan argues. "Sure" Jade rolls her eyes playfully, her fingers stop when she spots a particular book, taking it out from between the books, she looks at its cover. The cover held the image of a full moon, with a huge figure, what appeared like a Lycan with its head raised upwards in a howl. It was a book on Lycanthropy, covering almost all topics related to Lycans, their origin, purpose, mates, everything was showed in the content section. Jade decided to take the book.

“There’s a party tonight! You should come. It’s a party for us outsiders so no awkward stares. No guys being creepier than usual.” “No uncalled-for hatefulness?” Zira finished for her. Aubrey laughed. “Exactly.” They made it to the bottom of the stair and headed toward the elevator. When it opened Zira pulled her book kart out. “Hey, do you know anything about these?’ she held up the pages of book requests she wasn’t able to find. Aubrey took them and looked over them for a few seconds. “You shouldn’t have gotten these. They’re all in the restricted section.” Zira frowned. None of the titles seemed like they should be restricted. They were all about politics, wolf pack hierarchy, and lunar p

The sun had long since set, and the library was now lit only by the warm glow of brass lamps. Piles of rejected books cluttered the tables like tombstones of dead theories. Fennigan reached for the very last book in the stack. It was a crumbling, nondescript tome bound in gray hide that looked like it had survived a fire. The title on the spine had worn away centuries ago. He opened it carefully, the binding cracking in protest. He flipped past pages of ancient genealogy and territory maps until he stopped near the end. His finger traced a faded illustration of a wolf surrounded by symbols of fire, water, earth, and air.

She needed to know what she was getting into, before she even considered flying halfway across the world. As Caitlin scanned the Voynich manuscript, the first time she had ever seen it, she was blown away. She had heard of this volume her entire life, the most controversial and mysterious book known to man, filled with a curious collection of scientific analyses of botanical plants, various cures and remedies, and hundreds of drawings and diagrams in all different colors, written, it was speculated, sometime in the mid-fifteenth century in Europe. Nobody, not one of the scholars who had grappled with it over the centuries, had ever been able to decipher what it all meant, what the odd drawin

After she got at least enough books to make her occupied while Nicholas is at the meeting, she settles on to the small bedroom window that wasn’t that cramped more spacious but was enough for her to have a comfortable space to read at. Randomly picking the books amongst the huge stack, Zinnia pursed her lips as her brows rose with interest after seeing the title of the book in her hands. ‘Bane Legacy’ From the mysterious title itself, Zinnia can already tell that it must be a thriller, mystery, and fantasy book. Well, it doesn’t matter to her, the title was enough to make her stay. “Legacy? Hmm, humor me” she murmured before leaning her back at the wall behind her and finding a nice position

he said, pointing to the book in my hands. “What a peculiar title. Descendants of the Moon.” "There is? Oh, yes. It's a fantasy book,” I told him, not wanting to go into details. The less humans knew about us, the safer our species was. "Fascinating. Is it about witch fairies and evil queens?” he asked, sitting down in front of me. I laughed. “More about wolves,” I said, closing the book. "Interesting. I am a cryptozoologist and parapsychologist. I study the supernatural. The name is Wendell.” He handed me his card.

He takes it and scans the lines quickly. “Where did you get this?” I ask. “My parents collected books from all over the world. I have no idea where this one came from.” His face stays mostly blank as he reads. He clearly doesn’t care much for old books. “These are just boring words.” “This is history about Zephyra’s kind. They’re called Crimson Born in this book, and if you look here, they have a queen usually sent down by the goddess.” “This is just fiction.” “Who writes fiction this way?” I groan. “Look at how it’s written

They held the secrets of a person's soul, or so I liked to think. Horrors, mysteries, war stories… a menagerie of genres. Viktor's taste? Or one of the others? My fingers brushed over leather-bound spines, the lettering faded with age. Mythology and Cryptozoology. Lycanthropy. Intriguing. I settled on the couch, the leather cool under me.