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While elsewhere, Aiden and his friends ransacked Hans' house to look for clues to Theresia's whereabouts. A few minutes later, Aiden managed to find a book. Suddenly he read it carefully, who would have thought that the book was a writing by Hans which contained his experiences and complaints, like a diary. "Finally I found it," Aiden muttered with a crooked smile when he got a hint from the book. "I'll immediately drag the holy blood girl!"

“Uncanny.” She commented, as she looked at the book and scan the cover, which weirdly enough does not have any synopsis like any other book genre out there. Covered with the pattern of the gloom and dark with the title engraved in a pattern using gold ink. Its resemblance is pretty much centers like a religious book, yet is not. For anything else, the lady in blue is screaming her very own familiarity towards her, as it looks and speaks like. “Me.”

She feels the darkness lift as her eyes adjust to the light, her eyes widening. “Don’t even try it. You’re bound to this room; no witch can cast spells in here.” Willow looks at Camille shocked as she holds up the grimoire Willow’s been dedicating so much time to. “It took me what, a few seconds to link myself to the book? As soon as I did that I knew where it was and how to get it. I’ll leave you with these two lovely vampires now; you have a lot to discuss.” Turning she walks out, Willow staring at Dan and the other guy, their loud laughter booming around the room.

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

I approached slowly, the heels of my boots clicking softly on the polished floor. Drawn like a moth to a flame, I skimmed my fingers across the titles etched on the spines. Tales of kings. Wars. Bloodlines. My gaze caught on a thick, weathered book left open on the desk. Its title was simple: Pack Histories and Blood Betrayals. A cold shiver rippled through me. I leaned over, my shadow swallowing the page, and began to read. At first, it was the usual: chronicles of battles, treaties, ascensions. But then, a word snared me, rooted me in place:

I didn't want to have breakfast for fear of running into Darick. The door creaked as I turned the knob and entered the library. Dust particles still floated in the air, and I could barely see with the dimly lit chancellors. I walked down the aisles, holding my nose as the smell of musk filled my nostrils. I skimmed my fingers over the hardback books. Hmm, ‘Chronicles of the Blood Brothers.’ No, I don't want to read about the Blood Brothers' history. What's this? ‘Understanding your Supernatural Abilities.’

“It has to be here somehow.” It’s been two weeks since Annie’s Hawth’s latest book was released, and I couldn’t wait to read another heart-wrenching supernatural romance. It was always fascinating reading the works of humans on my species, even though they think we do not exist. Well, most of them, anyway. “There you are,” I grinned from ear to ear as I picked the book hidden away perhaps by someone else who had the same favorites as me. Impatiently, I found a seat and began to read through. I’d barely gotten through the first chapter when I heard Theo’s voice in my head.

The summoner and the summoned and a deal is about to be struck. "Why have you summoned me” I questioned cheekily "I want to make a deal" The puny mutt replied hotly "A deal? Well you have got nothing to offer me Tricia Bennet. You are mate less and barren. What could you possibly offer me?" "That's all because of that bitch. But I swear I will give you anything, just help me out please"

I looked around in amazement. "I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for here, and if you need anything, you will find me in the kitchen." I thanked her, waiting for her to leave before I made my way over to the books, running my hand along them, siming the names as I did. There were millions of books in here, more than any one person could ever read in a lifetime, as I walked along, being overwhelmed by it all. I felt something calling to me, drawing me to a book that was shoved down the bottom of one of the shelves. I picked it up, dusting it off. It was ancient and looked like it hadn't been touched in years. I ran my hand over it, feeling the book drawing me to it, flipping open the c

“He will freak out.” “He won’t,” I said. “And, besides, there is nothing to find out about.” “Did he find something about Claudia?” she asked me. I shook my head. “Nothing yet. He will let me know if he does.” She nodded and went back to reading her book. I closed the book I was reading and walked over to the shelves. I looked around to find a book that could help me. After a few minutes of searching, I saw a small black book shoved between the two larger ones. It almost looked hidden. I took it out and read the title.