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Byron I strode through the dark corridors of the dungeons, passing by several cells, most of which held Hollowborns we captured. Hollowborns were the second plague of our time. Capturing supernaturals and stealing their magic. I always enjoy torturing them. But today, I'd come for a different reason. I stopped before the cell that held the werewolf. The gates had been laced with wolfsbane, making it impossible for her to try to escape. It didn't seem like she was planning on it, judging by how she curled against the wall, hugging her knees tightly. She didn't seem to notice my presence, or maybe she just didn't care enough.

Several Elves were tying up the sleeping vampire warriors and hauling them out to a dungeon. Suddenly, the ground shook, it felt like an earthquake, and one that made everything fall around it. The air had a putrid smell like barf mixed with feces. I look over at Nicolas, who mind links me, saying, "Oh Crap! Trolls and Goblins”

Zeke called down. I climbed back up. “There’s a chest and this weird book, I don’t know. But nothing is in the book.” “The cover says Ghost Stories.” Wyatt pointed out. I swear the cover was blank before. I sighed and handed it off to Hunter. “It must be enchanted or something.” Hunter opened the book. “Who is Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel” Swale?” “I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?” “There’s a story in here about him.”

The hellhound just groaned. Useless pet, she thought. Pearl followed behind her bag money. Alec’s men set the bag just inside her home, and the moment the door shut behind the men, she was already pulling out the spell book and the silvers. For a moment, she just let her fingers skim over the neatly stacked books. Completely ignoring the men and her three wolves. There was an inviting smell that accompanied the spell book, waiting for her to do her magic and cast a spell on whatever was written inside. This time, she hoped it was how to open a portal.

She had never been in the midst of so many books and she was totally awed. As she moved past the shelves, a particular book caught her attention. It was dark and larger than the rest. She pulled it out, coughing slightly from the dust that had collected on it. Tiny insects scurried out as she took the book to one of the couches and settled on it. Annabelle Hale;this is my book of shadows. "Interesting title",Caleb commented from beside her. She was just about to write on the parchment and show it to him when they heard a loud sound.

The note read, "This book belonged to the sorcerer who created the magical bird. It may contain information that could help you." Noelle thanked the guard and opened the book, flipping through the pages until she found what she was looking for. The page contained a spell that could only be cast by a powerful sorcerer, but it was the only way to capture the bird without harming it. Noelle knew what she had to do. She quickly summoned Nathan and together they made their way to the sorcerer's chamber, hoping to find someone who could help them cast the spell. As they approached the door, they heard a loud commotion inside.

My eyes flicked up from the book in front of me to glare at the small window next to me, where there were two birds perched on a branch outside looking as if they were ready to take flight at any moment. The moon was shining brightly overhead, but the sky appeared cloudless. And not just that - when I looked down at the book I could see it glowing dimly with some kind of weird glow. There was no light reflecting off of it whatsoever. The glow looked almost magical, and my breath hitched in my throat. It felt almost like magic - maybe I was seeing things but what was worse my wolf growling and snarling inside of me , telling me that something was very, very wrong.

Location: A Private castle in South Saxony. She looked closer, running her thumb over the corners of the pages. There were no library stamps. Either this wasn’t the stolen copy, or the thief had been smart enough to remove the stamp. The old man cleared his throat, pulling her attention back. “It’s too bulky,” Leila said, putting the book down. “My dorm is tiny. I have no space for it.” “Good book! Rare!” he insisted, his sour grin widening. “Pictures alone are worth it, you can frame them and make a small fortune on eBay.”

River's eyes scanned the shelves, searching for something to distract her from Thane's insult and Axel's threat. Her hand settled on a worn leather volume, its title etched in gold lettering: "The Way of the Wolf". River's heart swelled with curiosity as she opened the book, releasing the scent of aged paper. As she began to read, Selene's presence receded, her anger slowly giving way to River's calm determination. The words on the page spoke directly to River's soul, reminding her of the strength and resilience that lay within.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.