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muttered Sumico excitedly. Sumico went on taking a look at Hanny’s other romance novels one by one until she reached a book – not a novel, but it got the similar size with a novel. The title was tickling, somewhat queer, strange, and scary. Sumico turned the book back to read the synopsis for a while.

After a brief scolding from my teacher, I was sent to assist the librarian. The library was a sanctuary of towering shelves and soft whispers, its grandeur unexpectedly breathtaking. The scent of aged books and polished wood wrapped around me like a comforting cloak. Wandering through the aisles, I stumbled upon a dimly lit corner that exuded an eerie presence. A single book stood out—its cover blank and edges charred. Curious, I picked it up. "Weird," I muttered, flipping through its brittle pages. My blood ran cold when I saw my name inscribed on the last page.

It was like those horror movie scenes where the possessed person turns their head in an unnatural speed to a super creepy angle that causes their hair behind your neck to rise. I was surprised I didn't hear a loud crack from her. I raised my hands up in surrender as quickly as she had turned her head to stab me with her glare before she actually murders me. Anyone who knows Casey knows not to mess with her book collection, unless they want to end up dead in a ditch in the middle of nowhere. That girl does not joke about her books. When she finally secured her book and redirected her focus back to it instead of me, I knew I wouldn't have to worry about questions being rained down on me.

but before he could make any conclusions, the book was opened by itself, the dark pages kept on flipping none stop as if they were being blown by the wind, only that the room was completely closed with no openings for any wind. Both Sara and the priest were petrified. and in a second, she felt his grip loosen over her hair, followed by the rest of his body collapsing, Sara took a step away from him, not knowing what scared her most, the dark book, or the vicious priest who was lying motionless on the ground with his wide lifeless eyes completely white. he was dead, Sara thought. ripping her eyes off him, she looked at the book which pages were not flipping anymore, taking cautious steps towa

Nodding toward the book he said, "Is this what you encountered?" I pulled the book closer. When Laeddin leaned in to see as well, I held my breath, fighting to ignore his beckoning blood. The book had pictures of skulls with smoke coming off them, their eyes glowed red. Human bodies bent at strange angles. The pictures definitely resembled what I'd seen happen with the man in the forest and with Abby. Several different kinds of names were given, but demura wasn't one of them. There also wasn't any information on how they could be killed. "I think so."

Time feels like it is slowing down, everything is happening slowly. Richard sits up, entrusting Leslie to her brothers. He can’t seem to pull his concerned eyes off her battered form. My sisters continue to dismantle the enemy wolves they are fighting. I run to Sage, I’m only fifteen feet away now. I’m shouting her name in my head, but she can’t hear me in my wolf form. Sage takes another step in Mara’s direction. Mara stops retreating and the dark grey enemy wolf is within arm’s length of my best friend. I leap in the air, hoping to pounce on him. As my body collides with the earth, I realize I am a second too late. The wolf leaps up and knocks Sage to the side, slashing down her back, and

He thought of what might be the reason as he breathe heavily. “The magic book!” he gasp as he quickly runs downstairs and into the shelf. He quickly grab the book as it opened the pages by itself, as the flipping stops. He read it as the context makes him sweat while he quivered in fear. “No!” he gasp as the book closed making a loud thud that echoed all over the room. “What is it?” Niffa asks coming towards him while rubbing her eyes. Then Rico yawns on the other side of the floor as he stands up.

After resting for a while, they walked around and saw a bookstore which they both agreed to enter. She was reading the back of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen when Jacob asked her. “What do you say let’s read horror books? Like the ones we watched today?” “Eh? I’m scared. You go read first, then give me a summary, then I’ll decide. Haha!” “Roger!” as he picked The Dunwich Horror and Others by H.P. Lovecraft and IT by Stephen King. They finished book shopping, it was around three in the afternoon when Jacob invited her to go somewhere else.

"Look, you're stressed. You're seeing monsters in the shadows because the truth that nature is just cruel is too boring for you. Get your head out of those books and imaginations, Aina. It's rotting your brain." He turned and headed up the stairs without another word. I looked down at the floor. A heavy, leather bound book lay sprawled near the leg of the table. I picked it up, tracing the embossed cover- an ancient, silver eyed wolf perched on a mountain, looking down at a world it intended to swallow whole. But what if it's not just my imagination? I thought, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. What if the legends weren't just stories to keep kids out of the dark? What if

she continued. I didn’t wait for further directions and headed that way. Sara was right. The library was crammed with books so rare that I didn’t even think they existed. I ran my fingers over them and stopped at the supernatural section. Werewolves. The variety of these books was astonishing. A Hidden History or Under the Full Moon. But the one that caught my attention was The Grim Howl.