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“I came across this. This book wasn’t supposed to be found. It was hidden in the darkest corner of the restricted library. Listen.” He leaned over the page and read aloud. “‘...and so the princess, half-vampire, half-werewolf, was cast out by her father's court. She hated the bloodlust that woke every moon, hated the weakness it made her feel. She sought the sorceress of the black marshes, who gave her a potion to silence one half of her nature forever. The vampire side slept. The wolf woke strong. She returned to the werewolf lands and was accepted. No one ever scented the truth in her blood again.’”

She was afraid of the dark, terribly afraid of it — so why was the light off? I walked toward her bed. She was lying there, nothing unusual, as if she was just sleeping. "Mr. Vincent, Miss Majori needs rest…" Harper started again. But I wasn't at ease. I sat down and reached out to touch her face, only to flinch immediately, it was ice cold. "Majori." I called her name, then lifted the blanket. My eyes widened in shock. Beneath the blanket, her fingernails had turned pale white, bloodless. I grabbed her hand, it was as cold as if it had just been pulled out of a glacier.

Peace. Henry sat cross-legged on the floor, a thick spell book open in front of him. He turned pages like they were treasure maps, eyes lighting up every few minutes when he found something new. He beckoned Lila over with a grin, holding up the open text like a secret, and she knelt beside him to peer at the symbols. I watched her lean in close, brushing her hair behind her ear with that delicate, absent gesture she always did when she was focused. Henry pointed to something on the page and Lila laughed softly, shoulders loose, unguarded.

she begged for a chance to see a magical book. "Sure," he said and opened his palm. A worn-looking brown booklet magically materialized in his palm. He put the booklet in her hands. "If you can read magic spells, maybe you still have a chance to learn magic," he said. "However, if you don't have magical blood in your body, you will get a headache trying to read the words," he added. Clarice flipped through the pages, attempting to read the words, but she couldn't make sense of the ancient writing no matter how hard she tried. The more she tries to understand them, the more they appear blurry to her eyes.

Exactly how I needed to look. "Have you forgotten that you were injured last night? You must’ve gotten the scents mixed up," I said to Vivi as I grabbed my black bag from the table. "I guess so," she murmured in my mind. I brushing off the nagging thought as I stepped out of my room. My heels clicked against the floor as I walked swiftly down the hallway, but my mind drifted to Harry. Without thinking, my pace quickened. When I reached his door, I turned the knob and pushed it open without hesitation. There he was, already awake, sitting comfortably on his bed with a novel in his hands. The title caught my eye "Lycanthropy."

Thus, they created an organization and operated in the shadows, executing missions to find out where the Elves were hiding. Prince Ron was currently reading a book called Fighting Destiny. He especially liked the character Theo who was a handsome elf with the air of nobility and a pro with a bow. Yes, poor Prince Ron had a huge crush on this character. He had already read the book hundreds of times but he always loved to re-read Theo's parts. In fact, he knew some dialogues by heart. Ron was about to read his favourite part of all when the large doors to his room swung open and his sister rushed in with her train of servants who had their heads bowed and quickly stood at corners to avoid the

"You must be heavily retouched. Men like this don't exist in real life, but damn, whoever designed you sure was talented..." I flip back to the first chapter, only to let out a dreamy sigh when I see the chapter is named "Meet cute." It immediately makes me feel a twinge of jealousy toward the main character. "I wish I could take your place, girl. If my instincts are correct, you're about to meet the man of your dreams and find your happily ever after with Mr. Frontpage Daddy." As I say those words, something odd happens. The page of the book lights up in gold, like that scene in the second Harry Potter movie. Only this time, there are whispers, and the ink disappears from every page of the

Sunshine screams as the mixture flying through the air strikes her down. I step inside the protection ring. I reach out to make an opening and pull her onto our side to protect her, but before I can pull Sunshine into my magic protection, one of the minions grabs Sunshine. He hits Sunshine one time with the salty-smelling potion, and it penetrates her body.

Princess Victoria Point of View I did not sleep last night. Not after reading that letter. It rests on my bedside table, folded neatly but heavy with the weight of everything it revealed. I have read it more times than I can count, hoping that the words would somehow rearrange themselves into a misunderstanding, a prank, anything other than the truth. Prince George is a vampire. Not a rumor. Not a threat hiding in the woods. A reality I am now entangled in. The man I am set to marry is the son of a Queen who died to birth a cursed legacy.

“Mavis..oh Mavis, the fact that you sent your man to get me, it means that you are at the wit's end after all you are too proud to even lower your head in front of a halfling like me. One who used corpses to perform magic spells as means.” Mavis pursed her lips, she turned to look at the door where Matt stood and no sooner did she look at the door, than a book was thrown inside. When the book was thrown inside, Mavis pressed her foot on the book and then said, “This a book that has proven helpful for halflings like you, if you learn the spells and incantations of this book then you wouldn’t have to live in the graveyard.” The dark witch looked at the book though she hated Mavis who had looke