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Jace chuckled a little and Gabriel glared hard at him as they walked to the car. ~ “There should be a book about this, why can't I find any?” Aurora muttered as she kept going through the books in Lucino’s study. She was searching for books on dreams but all she kept seeing were ancient stories of different supernatural but mostly werewolves. After going through almost all the books, she finally decided to pick a random book to read. She picked up a book about how the year 1901 went and decided to read it. She took a seat in his study and started reading it, before she knew it, she got engrossed in the story.

And revenge. For his dangerous tattooed queen. The one who killed him. The one he would make his, no matter how many lifetimes it took. This is a streamy Dark Fantasy Werewolf Romance book you don't want to miss for anything. Believe me when I tell you, you don't want to miss this.

But I saw it. She turned, finally looked at me. Eyes dark. Careful. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Oh come on.” I pushed off the bed, walked over, grabbed a cookie even though I wasn’t hungry. “Christopher. The quiet one with the hood and the murder stare. He’s a vampire, right? Don’t lie. I already know.” Nicole’s jaw went tight. “You shouldn’t talk about things you don’t understand.” “So that’s a yes.” I took a bite of the cookie. Chocolate chip. Good, actually. “He saved me once. From drowning. Left me a note. Then another one. And now he’s acting like I’m the one who bit him. What’s his deal?”

I asked. "Well, tell me what they are about?" Hector replied as he stood up and grabbed one of the books off the nightstand. "What about this one?" he asked, holding up Alec, the Lycan King, who was my ultimate love. I took a breath as my face flushed before I began explaining the book as quickly as possible. "Umm, it's basically 50 Shades of Gray meets Twilight," I sighed as I shrugged my shoulders. Hector looked at me perplexed; it was obvious that he was not understanding what I was saying.

The air is still and quiet, filled with secrets waiting to be uncovered. I select another volume and add it to my ever-growing pile. The worn leather spines creak as I pile another stack of books into my arms. Their dusty pages call to me, begging to be opened and explored. I hoisted the stack of books higher in my arms, struggling to keep them balanced. There must have been at least two dozen volumes weighing down my arms, ranging from gothic horror to historical romances, all consists of something dark.

The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the emotions that came from it were too real. As she read, a gust of wind suddenly blew across the room, and the pages flipped. She was surprised, knowing that she had already closed everything. However, before she could even bother to worry about where that wind came from, she was already drawn to a section where the pages had landed. It was about a ceremony for the werewolf prince to choose his mate. The possible mates were all invited to their palace to participate in this very important event. After the ceremony, the prince would then take over the title of King.

The air was thick with the scent of old leather and burning incense, making Liam and Penelope feel as though they had been transported to another time and place. In the center of the room stood a massive wooden table, which seemed to have been carved from a single tree trunk. The table was covered with an array of ancient artifacts, from old scrolls and maps to rusted swords and strange-looking amulets. As they walked towards the table, they noticed an elderly lycan sitting in a high-backed chair at the head of the table. The lycan was dressed in a long, flowing robe that seemed to shimmer in the dim light. The elder gestured for them to approach, and Liam took hesitant steps forward with Pe

She was still thinking of other things, with an unopened book in her hand as she sat on a chair in her room, when she suddenly recalled Kal and the kiss they shared one that made her instantly use the book to cover her face, unable to stop smiling. She had already sent all her maids away and she was alone in her room, as her eyes glazed over the bed she had been lying in when it had happened. She recalled his bare fingers on her chest, the feeling of his mouth on her, and she was surprised to suddenly feel that she felt a little sensation of pleasure run through her. She had read enough romance books, and even nonfictional ones after her lessons with Raigel, enough for her to know what to do

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

The wolves howled together, backing away as if afraid, even the rival hunters faltered outside and their voices weak. The Blood Moon’s light poured through the broken roof, shining down on her like a spotlight. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t choose. But the choice was choosing her. The journal opened wide, pages whipping like wings. Words wrote themselves in glowing light in a language she should not have known, but the meaning sank deep into her blood. The heir must bleed to bind the oath. Her knees gave out. Ash caught her. Kael called her name. Then the wolves jumped again, breaking the brief peace.