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A well worn, thin strip of leather hangs from the bottom of the book marking a page towards the back. When I turn to the page the air is sucked right out of me. My name in giant golden letters at the top, and the most beautiful, inked image of a wolf howling at the moon takes up most of the space. Down the righthand side, next to the spine are words, laid out like a poem, but I don’t recognise any of them as English. “Haec verba recita ut intus bestiam absolvas. Benedicto lunae revelavi tibi.

I might not be the type to rip someone's entrails out through their nose, but the mountain howled in me too. I smiled at that, pulling out the little charm Arielle had given me to decorate my desk. It was supposed to be a soothing desk lamp or something like that. An invention of someone in the Mountainhowl that was damn hard to get a hold of. Mine had my name on it in pretty, curling letters and took the form of a little castle. A castle for a princess. The little flags rose from within the little castle, billowing a soothing, soft blue. I grabbed a pen, a highlighter, and opened the prior quarter's records before getting to work organizing the pages in the proper order.

he asked, his voice skeptical. Shirer nodded. "Yes, I've searched thousands of books, and this is the only one that mentions them. It's an old book, written by a witch who claimed to have met the warlock king's daughters." She flipped through the pages, stopping at an illustration of a castle. "This is the warlock castle. It's said to be hidden deep in the heart of the warlock kingdom." I felt a shiver run down my spine as I looked at the illustration. There was something eerie about it, something that made me feel like we were being watched.

I commanded, my voice echoing with a resonance that was not entirely my own. ​The iron bolts groaned, a sound like a giant waking from a long slumber. The door swung open slowly, revealing a chamber filled with a soft, ethereal glow. Thousands of scrolls were tucked into honeycomb shelves that reached into the darkness above, and in the center stood a pedestal made of pure obsidian. On it sat the book, bound in skin that shimmered like a raven’s wing. ​"The Book of Shadows," Lila whispered, her torch flickering as if the room itself were trying to snuff it out. "It actually exists."

Soft yellow light surrounded her bed when she switched on her side lamp, Elara coughed lightly as she blew on the white cloth which covered the book. Removing the cloth she stared at the black large book , her soft hazel- brown eyes widened as she stared at the title of the book, her long dark eyelashes flickered as she roamed her eyes on that book. THE LEGEND ALPHA PRINCE, that was the title of the book, she softly ran her fingers on the book and surprisingly that letters glowed by her touch as if it had recognised its owner. Taking a deep breath Elara opened the book, her hands trembling as her long wavy brown hairs flew because of strange wind, She frowned as she took in the sight of a st

Silence filled the Eternal Sanctuary. Every Guardian stood motionless, their eyes fixed on the ancient altar nestled within the heart of the Tree Beyond the Sky. The weathered book rested on a pedestal of living silverwood. Its cover was unlike anything they had ever seen; it wasn't leather or cloth, but looked as though it had been woven from moonlight itself. Silver roots wrapped gently around its edges, pulsing with a heartbeat that felt older than time. Aiden took an unconscious step forward, and the book responded as a faint silver glow spread across its cover.

She got up from the bed, picked her coat and opening the door, walked out of the room and the castle through a back door. **** Angela could not stop laughing. Iris, the so - called wise daughter of the wolf king thought she could outsmart her but she, Angela has shown her she was not to be trifled with. 'Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha', Angela barked. 'The Luna indeed. The only princess of the wolf king, indeed! I still outsmarted you. You thought you were wise.

She reached out to smooth Dorothea’s bangs away from her eyes. Dorothea executed a subtle turn of her head, slipping past the touch, and pushed the open book toward her mother’s hands. The illustrated page displayed a dark, solitary castle suffocated by dense, twisted brambles. A massive black hawk hovered directly above the highest parapet, its wings casting a shadow over the structure. Hidden within the deep darkness at the base of the tower was a solitary figure, its features entirely unreadable. "I am reading The Tale of the Shadow and the High Tower," Dorothea said, her finger tapping against the wing of the hawk. "Mommy, let me tell you the story."

Just a crescent white moon etched in the center of the cover. My fingers close around it. It’s cold. I glance back at Alex and Ava. They’re speaking in low voices, Alex watching her like a hawk. Good. I open the book, flipping through pages quickly. Hand written text in cursive with black and white pictures of symbols, and unknown diagrams fills the worn page. I squint my eyes and look through the small text until I find what I'm looking for. Mana Wolves. The words almost glow on the page. My heart skips a beat. This is it.

I was the only place in the entire estate where no one looked at me and saw a mistake. That morning I carried my treasures there: the porcelain doll’s hand, the black scale (now wrapped in silk and hidden inside a tin box), and a book I had stolen from the library (The Chronicles of Eldoria, Volume III, the one with the torn page that showed a serpent prince with eyes of living fire). I was tracing the outline of his face with a finger when I heard humming. Soft. Sweet. Like warm honey dripping off a spoon. Isla toddled around the corner, dragging a stuffed rabbit twice her size. She wore a white dress embroidered with tiny roses, grass stains already on the hem. Her curls were tied with blu