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“Thanks, again…” “Shush,” Steven interrupted, pausing in his tracks again. Soon, they heard the sniffing going on above them once more and they all stilled like statues, holding their breaths and retracting their scents as much as they could. “Coast is clear,” Steven said when the paws started fading away. “Okay, now, did you dig this?” Sean asked. “Funny story,” Steven began, “I came across this book that talked about the Vallahan soldiers building underground tunnels to seek refuge from the fight and they built it down to the Antaddon kingdom where they attacked the village while their prince was at the battle front with the Vallahan prince.”

This one is bigger than Morgana’s journals and the leather has darkened over time into an almost black hue. “This relic is one I’ve never seen before nor had any idea that it even existed. I have no idea where she could have gotten it or where it came from; that information isn’t in one of her journals, and I cannot get it out of her either. Her interrogations have revealed many things, but not this book’s origin or how it came into her possession. It is written by the royal historian during the Great Shifter War. He lived within the castle walls with the royals, as was tradition of all historians before him. It tells of how the war started and how it spun out of control. He and his family e

Is predominately ruled by a monarchy who is advised by a council of the heads of guild. List Of Characters: Sylvie: Our dashing heroine. Originally from the earth realm. Black hair, blue/purple colored eyes, short and clumsy. Uncommon Mage. Xander: Prince of Everaya. Blonde, brown eyed and infuriatingly handsome. Uncommon Mage Demon Lord: Enslaver of Realms. Enemy of the kingdom of Everaya. Frank: Owner/Manager of Jitter, the café where Sylvie is employed.

But she… she was beyond anything I had prepared for. I ran a finger along the spines of the books, sliding past titles in languages I didn’t recognize, scripts older than kingdoms, runes that whispered to one another. One tome fell into my hands, its cover warm under my touch, vibrating faintly as if alive. I opened it, and the pages exhaled a scent like aged honey. The text scrolled across the page, weaving histories of bloodlines that bled power, lineage that could bend reality.

Her eyes drifted to the heading at the top of the page. {The Chronicles of Sorcerers.} Curiosity replaced her relief. She began reading. The book spoke of an age long before the kingdoms of today. An age when sorcerers lived openly among dragons, wolves, and hybrids. Some wielded magic to heal the sick. Others used it to conquer entire nations. Many were celebrated. Many were feared. As Adriana continued turning the pages, one chapter heading immediately caught her attention. ~The Flame Witch.~ She frowned. The title stirred something deep inside her.

I even stumbled upon a book that belonged to the earlier Human Empire, which was eventually destroyed. I eventually chose a book, walked up to a seat, and sat down. The History of One Thousand Years. The Beast Kingdom was only mentioned in this one book, however, I'm not sure why that is. The book's title was neither innovative nor enticing. But I wasn't looking for a decent book to read, I was looking for knowledge on the Beast Kingdom. Dust was scattered everywhere when I opened the book. There was the odour of old wood that was hundreds or maybe thousands of years old.

The silence was punctuated only by our quiet murmurs, our shared yearning for a past we never knew, a future we desperately wished for. Later, amidst the twisted metal and rubble, James stumbled upon a tattered book, its cover mostly torn away, revealing only a few words—'The Chronicles of Atheria'. The title alone conjured images of a world far removed from our own, a place of magic and wonder, of brave knights and epic quests. The pages, brittle with age and decay, contained fragmented stories, glimpses of a civilization that had flourished before the catastrophe. It spoke of vibrant cities, of advanced technology, and of a society that lived in harmony with its environment.

It’s like my own personal heaven. I walk slowly between the rows, dragging my fingers along the spines of the books. Some are new. Some are so old their titles have faded off completely. I find books on werewolf history, on herbs and healing, on the different bloodlines of the kingdom. I even find one that looks like a cookbook, filled with strange ingredients I’ve never heard of. I lose track of time flipping through them, sinking into a worn leather chair near the center of the room. The quiet is peaceful. So different from the chaos outside these walls.

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NOTE BEFORE YOU READ….. Note before you read… The next few chapters are written in the Carolingian Renaissance and the Vikings era but don't stick to the fact. You will find a few things that have been added to fit into the story. So if you find anything strange or unusual, then remember the next few chapters are based on historical fantasy fiction books. Do add or check the other book of the author. Revenge on the Mafia lord. .. .. .. YEAR 956 AD. It was a loud night, one where the sounds of crickets chirping could not be heard and the clouds smothered the moon and stars.