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You can return anything to any of the other libraries. Once Sally was outside, she opened the book. Flashes of images starting running through her mind like a video on fast forward. Only these were images of the scrolls and certain symbols stood out to her. She was vaguely aware of her team trying to reach her, but it was like the book stole their speed. They were moving slower than in slow motion. The book was giving her the answers she needed and when it was done, she fell to the pavement and started to scream. Her head was pounding worse than a migraine.

Flavius lays across the expanse of our bed Vega resting behind him. He grasps a book delicately between his fingers and he read its content. I help but let my eyes wander across his focused figure trying to commit the scene to memory. Midday light shown on his face lightening his deep brown eyes to almost amber. "I find it rather hard to focus with you staring so intently," Flavius mumbles never looking up from the book. I laugh laying at the foot of the bed.

“I wanted to be ‘fisted’ by the ‘black hair’ guy; I wanted more than just his fingers. He readied me, his lips sucking greedily against my...” “Please, Thane, stop." I pleaded again, my eyes wide. I had read that part. I knew what happened after it. “Such an interesting book you have here; where did you get it?” If only the ground could swallow me up. “I took it from the library.” I answered, there was no need to lie, he would know if I did. “I thought you only picked some ‘history’ books?” he questioned. Axel must have told him about our visit to the library.

Note: You are not allowed to copy, post this book without the author's permission. Giving credits are appreciably allowed. From: HEDIMAHLO

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

"At this point, I have nothing else to go on. Whatever information you have, though, if you add my riddle to it, perhaps you can find it and then we'll both win." She studies me. Considers it. "Where did you get the riddle?" "Is that important?" "It is if you're making all this up." She cocks her head. I sneer. "From that old scholar Igor Rhodes in Dyad Marketplace. I ... persuaded him to tell me everything he knows." "Igor Rhodes?" She frowns. "I just paid him a second visit." I take a step closer to her desk. "I assure you; he told me everything he knows."

She asked. “The book of The Council.” Her eyes widened. “There’s only one copy of that book, and it’s locked away in Kvenland village. How did you—” “I snuck into my adoptive parent’s secret chamber and stole it,” I said sheepishly. “Oh, honey,” she said and held my hand. “That book was written by none other than the Council. Of course, only their good deeds would be showcased in that book. But, as far as I know, they colonized all of the villages that they helped.”

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

“That’s what I meant.” “The books and movies are incorrect,” Rowan informed him. “The vampire and the werewolf originated in one of earth’s alternate dimensions. It is a dimension that is far more beautiful and pleasant a place to be. We were exiled here as punishment for angering Goethe, a powerful god being. Each holds the other at fault for this exile. Hence the hatred, resentment, and constant battling.

i said nervously "You wouldn't be asking that after knowing this.." She said and i furrowed my brows coming close to her "Knowing what exactly?" I asked and she brought out a book.. "What's this?" i asked again "It's a book as you can see. Open it..then you'll know what's inside" She said and i narrowed my eyes "Where did you get this from?" i asked and she sigh "Just open it first" she said "Nina..don't play games with me. I won't open this book until you tell me where you got it from!" I said coldly