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I refrained in fear that if I touched it there, it might whisk me away from this magical place. As I ventured deeper, I found myself in a sprawling hallway, surrounded by another astonishing array of books. The sheer scale of the full collection left me breathless. Row upon row of bookshelves stretched out before me, the books’ silver spines glinting in the soft light. The haunting book collection seemed to stretch on beyond my line of sight. From what little I was able to read as I walked by, their topics ranged from ancient Grimoires bound in black leather to modern volumes, bound by machines with glossy edges.

She quickly averted her gaze. “W-w-why would I do that?” With hasty steps, she entered Grimbooks. I chuckled, following her. *** I ordered her course books while Xanthea wandered among the life-sized anatomical models from all weird angles, drawing in attention and chuckles from the passersby. I knew she’d enjoy herself here, but I was getting super bored. I flipped through a book and it was all black and white words with no pictures except for the complex diagrams. ‘What in the devil did I just see? Bleach your eyes, Ezra. Why are there so many small words in these books and why are these books forming a tower?’ Odeus grumbled in my head. He was just as bored as I was.

The most toxic of all metals for vampires. He looked past them, and saw additional layers of bars behind them. He had no doubt now that the savage seven were being kept here. Kyle heard a faint rumbling noise. As he leaned in, suddenly a long, yellow claw reached out of the blackness, towards the bars. This was followed by a hideous face, with long, orange fangs, drooling. He could smell its rotten breath, even from here. Ancient, primordial creatures, the savage seven were too hideous too look at, even for Kyle, and he had to turn away. For a moment, he felt relieved that they were locked up, and he second-guessed releasing them.

With some effort, I managed to push it open, revealing an enormous underground chamber. My breath caught in my throat. The chamber was filled with rows upon rows of old books and scrolls—an ancient library dedicated to werewolf lore and magic. The walls were lined with shelves crammed with forgotten knowledge, and in the center of the room stood a large, intricately carved table covered in tomes and manuscripts. I approached the table, my eyes scanning the titles. Many of the books were written in old, nearly forgotten languages, but one tome caught my attention. It was bound in dark leather, the title barely legible: "The Lament of the Moon."

The blood was still flowing, but it seemed to now be flowing both in and out of him rather than just on the floor. “But using your magic to light fires and summon books is okay?” I quipped, to which he just smirked again. I scanned the shelves, not a dusty book insight despite how many there are. hundreds … thousands. My fingers itched to touch the spines of the countless books that lined the shelves. “Are these all spell books?” I asked, as his face looked even more amused. “Yes, and know … we call them grimoires.” We stopped in front of a particularly large shelf and he leaned against a nearby desk, his muscles flexing under his shirt.

“You can sit over there on the table while I search for the books!” Gurudza takes a sit on the chair waiting. After a while searching she bring to him six books with different hard covers. “This grey one has gravity magic!” she puts it on the table, “the brown one has infusion techniques, since you are a better fighter with weapons it will be a great guide and it can also teach you on how to create weapons using magic.” Takes the infusion book from her hand before she put it down on the table and starts flipping the pages and she watches for a little bit and continues.

His fingers were definitely going to leave dark prints on my skin by tomorrow. While our tongues tangled, I slowly guided his re-hardening cock back into my wet pussy, earning a deep, satisfied sigh from his chest. God, this man was lethal. Without breaking the kiss, he suddenly got up, scooping my thighs around his arms and carrying me across the room. His footsteps were just as heavy and calculated as his breathing. A sudden, loud crash startled me as books, drafting triangles, and heavy academic binders violently clattered to the floor. Liam had effortlessly cleared his hardwood counter with one sweep of his arm.

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Hunger felt trivial compared to what I needed to learn. The library greeted me with that same sacred stillness, tall shelves, dim morning light, the smell of age and ink. I made my way to the far aisles, where the older tomes were kept. My fingers moved with purpose now, tracing spines like they were veins leading to a heart I needed to find. I wanted books that went beyond psychology and mysticism, ones that whispered about power, not philosophy. And I found them. Tattered books bound in scales instead of leather. Pages that looked like they had once been soaked in blood. Symbols I couldn’t read but instinctively feared.