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he slowly warned and uttered each word in a deliberate manner. I tapped the phone screen to make sure it was turned off, shoved it across the desk, and looked him dead in the eye. "Oh, so does your freedom come in installments, Mr. Radcliffe? I might've unlocked internet access today, so do I have to unlock my breathing rights tomorrow? "Should I get you a VIP card so I can earn points and redeem them for awards? Maybe I should set up a system where I spend 10,000 points for an outdoor walk and 100,000 points to speak to another man."

"The man was wearing a tactical vest. He called Leo's dad, 'The Commander.'" Thorne looked up from the book, his eyes locking onto Theo’s. Behind the spectacles, Thorne’s eyes were no longer kind; they were the eyes of a wolf who had seen cities burn. "Thorne, what is it?" Mia asked, her voice trembling as she stood behind Theo. "What is written in this book is true right?” Mia probed further while Mia remained quiet at the corner. Thorne closed the book with a heavy thud. He reached out and pulled Finn into his lap, his grip firm and protective.

“Very well, little librarian. But there are rules. Each book you choose will manifest its story through me. The words you read aloud become sensations on your body. The pleasure is real. It can make you moan, tremble, even come undone. But there is no lasting harm… unless you stay past the final chime too often.” He paused, his gaze drifting over my flushed cheeks. “The longer you linger each night, the harder you get addicted. The library starts to pull on your soul. Do you still want to play?” I swallowed hard. My nipples were already tightening under my blouse, my panties were soaked. “Yes I do.” I reached for a milder-looking book titled Velvet Whispers. The cover felt warm in my hands.

"Real enough to *hurt*." A shadow peels from a crumbling archway-a wolf with a man's face, its pelt stitched from static and dusk. It cocks its head, words crackling like a radio tuned to dead air. *"Stormbearer. The Thief of Hours demands your audience."* The heart recoils. *"The Thief rots in the Weaver's prisons. This is a trick."* The wolf's jaws unhinge, vomiting a key of frozen breath into the dust. *"She clawed her way out. She remembers the name you buried."*

It was tucked away in a corner, hidden behind a pile of dusty tomes. Curiosity getting the best of me, I pulled the book out and opened it to a page that caught my eye. The text was written in a language that I didn't recognize, but as I continued to read, I realized that it was a prophecy about a great war between the forces of light and darkness. Lost in thought, I jumped when I heard a voice behind me. "That book is not meant for your eyes, Alpha Augustra." I turned to see the head librarian, an old man named Gideon, looking at me sternly. "Why not?" I asked.

Trisha heard Mrs Perry complain as she glided through shelves teemed with ages-old books before she could be pulled into hours-long conversation with the old lady. She picked up a book from a dilapidated shelf, blew off the dust that had found solace on it's leather covering over the years, and squinted— because of the poor illumination, to see the books name. ‘Wizards Can Do More’ by one of the greatest wizards ever, LP Travis. It was a book she wanted but not one she needed. Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf.

I wanted to ask her what it was that she was looking for, but decided against it and stayed quiet so she could do her job. But just as Sarah took a step forward, probably in order to help her out, Freya stopped in front of one of the racks and pulled out an old book from one of the bottom shelves. “There!” She whispered, holding up the leather-bound book covered in dust. “I found it…I found out…” “What?” I asked her desperately. “What is it? Tell me!” I think everyone in the room was eager to find out what Freya wanted to tell us as well, because all of us had been watching us with teeth-gritting patience, without uttering a single word.

Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

Elara Thorne The silence in the nursery was heavier than the scream that had preceded it. Cian was safe, tucked into the crook of Kaelen’s arm, his breathing rhythmic and deep. The "Void-Salt" had vanished, leaving only the faint scent of ozone and the scorched smell of shadow-fire. But I couldn't stop looking at the book. The Ledger of the Unborn lay open on the rug, its pages fluttering in a draft that shouldn't have existed. I stood up, my legs trembling, and walked toward the back of the nursery where Philip had been standing guard before the "Audit" dragged me under.

“Keep reading. Try another book if that one seems to say nothing. Truth lies hidden amongst the fabrications of mankind’s fancy.” “Beware the Fae man who will steal you away?” I asked him. His jaw dropped in surprise, and then he laughed, an astonished bark of laughter that echoed around the library, drawing eyes. “Well,” he dropped his voice to a murmur under the reproachful scowl of a librarian. “I stand corrected.” I was in between the rows of books, returning one and searching for another when I heard a scratching noise. Florien popped out of my pocket, flittering before my eyes. “Yes, I heard it,” I whispered to him. “Be careful not to be seen.”