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be careful, okay? The streets were quiet as she walked home, her mind already sketching the details of her next Veritas piece. Dark shadows, money changing hands, the American flag twisted into dollar signs, Senator Morrison... Isabella kept glancing over her shoulder, the prickling sensation of being watched had started three blocks ago.. Someone was following her.

Feeling amazed that the Alpha will read something like this, especially knowing that most wolves hate vampires for its history. As Brianna began to slowly crouch and check more, finding other books that are similar to Twilight, like vampire club, vampire moon, and other things, suddenly Brianna felt a sudden wind behind her. ‘A wind?’ she muttered, automatically turning around to find no source as the room had no window. There’s just an old bookcase with a creepy vibe behind her.

No, to correct me. “Did you know that the War of Thrones you are currently reading by James Hathwell is actually inaccurate? It is sourced by humans who plainly favor the Gods.” I tried to keep my breathing and voice steady out of respect for him being a Prefect before replying, “Naturally, Ser Orpheus. I was merely curious about the human’s point of view. I have already read most of the credible texts and was completely bored, so I decided to read from other sources, which led me to this section of human-authored texts. Does that clarify my choice for you?”

Inside: an archive, lit by red emergency light, dry and cold like a tomb. But it wasn't empty. Books. Shelves of them. Ledgers, documents, parchment bound in rawhide. One stood out: black leather, sealed in glass, with a crimson ribbon falling out like a vein. The Gospel of the Vesper Heir. Scene Three – The Forbidden Scripture Cassian shattered the glass. Amara took the book with gloved hands. Inside: Latin chants Vesper blood rituals Names of “anointed heirs” Symbols matching her mother's necklace And a family tree with one branch burned off entirely

It wasn't just a copy, it was exactly the same. How did this get here? She puzzled over the familiar book, glimpses of a childhood she couldn't remember slipping into her mind. An old folded note tucked right in the middle of the book caught her attention, and she gently unfolded it. Somehow, she was sure she was meant to find the note. Her blood ran cold as she read the content of the note, cold sweat springing up on her spine. The contents of the note was simple but ominous. “The sins of the father live in the blood of the daughter.”

Alanna lay sprawled across the floor, drenched in blood and utterly ruined. If not for the faint rise and fall of her chest, I would have thought she was dead. “Lewis…” she whispered weakly. I felt a flicker of surprise at hearing her voice and turned toward her. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she looked in my direction. I had always treated her as my cherished jewel, never lifting a finger to harm her. In the past, seeing her in such a pitiful state would have filled me with heartache and rage, ready to avenge her.

We had more blow-ups than I could count. Still, he insisted I was his wife, the family's backbone, his nearest and dearest, and that I should always have had his back, even if we were at odds. At home, we patched things up like nothing had happened. However, with outsiders, once the bridge was burned, there was no rebuilding it. At first, his words cut deep, leaving me feeling raw and uneasy. However, after hearing them over and over, they started to make a twisted kind of sense.

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She told herself the faint tingle was her imagination, just as the hot dreams she’d been having the past few nights had been nothing more than memories of her girlish rescue fantasies with the temperature turned up by her adult experiences. She traced the raised lettering. A version of Red Riding Hood with the wolf as both sinner and seducer and the woodsman as the hero who saves the girl and takes her away from her old life to a new, better one. Seeing the book, touching it made her mother feel closer than she had in years. Even if it turned out to be just a copy, it was worth whatever she had paid.

Also book 1 has both books if you just want to continue to read without switching. If you want a new genre a witch book, then go read this standalone: His Unbeloved Queen. It follows Darius and Katherine and their magical love story. Thank you again for reading!