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The scent of warm bread and honeyed root filled the air, and he brought it to me on a wooden tray. “You’re not hunting today?” I asked, surprised. He shook his head with a soft smile. “Not leaving your side.” I smiled gratefully and took a bite, but before I could even swallow, a strange humming filled the air, a low vibration, faint but growing. My gaze shifted across the room until it landed on the Living Book. It was trembling, glowing slightly along its spine, as if stirred by something beyond our realm. Zevarion and I exchanged a glance. My pulse quickened. I reached out slowly, hesitating before my fingers touched the cover. The moment I opened it, ink poured across the page like spill

I smiled when I found the book that would help me in my quest. "The book of Mythical creatures" I pulled it out of the shelf. It was a big one but I managed to take it to my seat. Is there sort of a spell or magic that can do stuffs like moving heavy items from place to place? I am going to inquire about it from Narek, maybe tomorrow. I sat before the big book, hoping to find what I seek. "Creature whose eyes glow in the dark" I kept muttering to myself as I flipped through the pages.

anymore. I hesitated at the old iron gate, then placed my palm against the enchanted lock. It hissed, clicked, and unlatched. I stepped inside. Dust swirled in the air. The atmosphere here was different—heavy with secrets and the weight of forgotten voices. My eyes scanned the shelves, looking for anything labeled with Wolfsong. Three shelves in, I found it. A narrow book bound in deep blue leather: “Legends of the Moon-Blessed: The Bloodline That Shifts Destiny.”

The ache in my heart turns to butterflies in my belly. There’s a rickety stool outside the den with a book sitting on it, a paperback that’s gotten soaked and dried at least once, opened like a fan. A bookmark made of braided grass is tucked between the pages. He reads? What is he reading? My wolf can’t read. All she can do to satisfy my curiosity is sniff the pages. They smell like they’ve been dew-dampened and baked in the sunshine many, many times. She bumps it off the chair with her enthusiasm, and Justus rescues it from the ground.

I steadied myself, gripping the rungs tightly before letting out a long breath of relief. “Be careful!” Manolya scolded from below, though her tone was far more worried than angry. I didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. Instead, my eyes lit up with sudden curiosity as I peeked inside the book that had nearly knocked me out. The front page read: Beçin Chronicles: A History of the Byzantine Castle and its Mythical Beings. “It’s from the 1400s!” I exclaimed, my voice filled with pure excitement. Manolya could hear the frantic energy in my tone as I carefully flipped through the soft, worn pages.

Especially now that I have offered him a promising solution to his problem. ‘Come on Louis! You can do this. Don’t be scared.’ I told myself. As if that was not enough to boost my confidence, I quickly closed my eyes and stretched out my hand to the shelf which can be easily reached while lying on the bed. When I grabbed the book, I opened my eyes to see how marvelous it was. The name of the book was attractive enough to anyone who has an interest in magic. I sat on the bed and brought the oblong burning candle closer to myself, the only source of light in the room. Gracious enough, the illumination from the candle was able to aid me in reading the book. The first page I opened contained the

This was acquired from the extraction when he was in the city lord's castle. Anticipation was written on Feng Shaotian's face. 'What kind of book is this? Also the history of vlody continent? This must be a great book and I love reading books'. 'There's also the money. From the auction, city lord, and dog beastman. I'm rich! Filthy Rich!'. Feng Shaotian's inventory was connected to his barn. So what's inside the barn can be viewed in his inventory. "I should first take a look at this Book of Multi Class". Feng Shaotian thought and then a book appeared in front of him. It was transparent at the start before becoming more distinct. It has many colors that kept on changing.

Raven stepped into the library, looking at the mounds and mounds and stacks and shelves of books all around her. She could not remember one time ever seeing a library as boundless as this one. She walked alongside the stacks and started reading the types of books that were included in this library. She found there were books of all the creatures in the land. There were books about caster magic, human magic, the magic animals, the bitten, the history of the bitten and many many many other books. She took an interest in a thick, black, leather book, pulling it off of the shelf she noticed the dust being disturbed as the large book slid off of its place and her hands. Dust in the air as she wal

The wind howled through the canyon, its voice a hollow whisper against the towering blackened archway. The symbols carved into the stone pulsed like dying embers, the deep red glow sinking into the rock as though the mountain itself bled in slow, agonizing drips. Rael forced himself to stand, his fingers tightening around the book as the last traces of the Hollowed One’s wail faded into silence. His heart pounded against his ribs, the burning sensation in his mind slowly ebbing, but the weight of the encounter remained, pressing against his chest like an unshakable omen.

Chapter — The Mothers of the Castle Aella POV Apparently, the castle could sense urgency. And desperation. Because the moment the thought fully formed in my mind—we need help, we need answers, we need to be ready—the library reacted. Books began moving. At first it was only one shelf. Then another. Then an entire section of the room shifted with elegant precision. Volumes slid free on their own, scrolls unrolled in midair, ladders glided across rails, and stacks of books floated from distant corners toward me like determined birds.