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I kept walking toward the back wall then I saw something strange. A soft golden glow appeared between two massive bookshelves I walked past a thousand times. It was a hidden section. The books here looked ancient, their leather spines shimmering faintly. Titles like The Touch of Shadows, Bound by Moonlight, and Whispers After Dark seemed to pulse with their own light. My fingers trembled as I reached out and pulled one book from the shelf. It felt warm, almost alive. I was so curious to see so I opened it slowly.

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If I was going to think about something, it needed to be far from their piercing eyes. I walked over to the bookshelf, my fingers gliding along the spines, looking for anything to distract me. But then, a flashy cover caught my eye. A pear surrounded by three bananas. The title was suggestive, and just reading the blurb was enough to get it: reverse harem. A new subgenre that was gaining popularity. I swallowed hard. Was the universe mocking me? On impulse, I grabbed the book and hid it behind a few others on the shelf. I’d come back for it later, alone, and take it to my room. To cover my tracks, I picked up a random poetry book.

He quietly speaks so as not to disturb my line of concentration. The further I walk down the line of shelving the older the books become and the deeper the vibration and thrum become. It echoes through me and my skin prickles with goosebumps. Like a siren's silent song, I hear the whispers of ancient words. “Do you hear it?” I ask Crimson. “I hear it,” and I just catch the frown that covers his expression when the beat of the thrum turns to whispers and then becomes clearer. I stop when the voices are the loudest. Reaching up I pluck a book from the shelf. But the book is plain and when I open the pages, they are blank. The voices still whisper words I don’t understand.

The night was already dark, but suddenly, it felt like the shadows thickened, swallowing the remaining slivers of moonlight. A deep, guttural roar echoed through the forest, sending a chill down my spine. It wasn’t a wolf’s growl—it was something else, something unnatural. Then, the trees trembled, their towering forms swaying as if something massive was forcing its way through them. The sound of cracking branches and rustling leaves grew louder, closer. My breath hitched as I instinctively took a step back.

Frustration gnawed at me as I slammed the cover of the hardcover book shut. "The brotherhood of wistful whisperers," I muttered, pushing a strand of hair away from my eye. I retied my hair, making sure that no loose strands were on my face. The book I had just closed was filled with tales of assassins and rebels. There was nothing about the Obsidian Wolves. The Obsidian Wolves were like the secret of the secret society. Disheartened, I looked around the endless rows of the palace library, each shelf holding more than a hundred books. How long would it take me to find something reasonable?

plush. I knew this data inside and out. I had read it so often, so often tried to reduce it to something simple. It never worked. Look, Gracy, the funny dog. I called it plush because it looks so plush. I gritted my teeth tightly and hit it again. Over and over again. In doing so, I tried not to think about that cruel day fifteen years ago, but kept recalling the facts to myself. The size, the weight, the appearance. But the thoughts became blurred and suddenly I heard the screams of the children, saw my mother who stormed into the garden, only to be torn down by one of these beasts. I saw my father again, who was trying to split the skulls of these monsters with a spade. But he had dealt wi

"I bet you read erotic novels in secret and you imagine what it'll be like to experience something like that." Saira sighed in exasperation and shook her head. "I rest my case." She threw her hands up in resignation and threw back the covers. "Let me leave before I do something I'll regret." She got out of the bed. "Goodnight." She marched to the door. Ethan bounded out of bed and rushed to block the door before she could open it causing her to let out a startled squeak. "How did you..." She glanced from the bed to him. "When I was little, I was the fastest runner in my school. I was so fast that my friends began to call me the flash." He grinned at her.

Books that whisper if you listen too closely. I smile faintly. “Alright,” I murmur. “Show me what you’re hiding.” Because if Lena is the Moon Goddess’s choice… Someone will try to remove her. Quietly. Cleanly. And I won’t let them. I walk between the shelves, running my fingers along the spines, feeling the weight of centuries in the bindings. Each book carries a story, a warning, a trap. I pause at one in particular. The leather is cracked, the edges frayed. I feel the pulse of magic under my fingers. It hums in recognition, like it knows I’ve come prepared.