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Harry immediately withdrew his hand, sending the book almost falling as if no other figure had caught it. Lis and Harry stared at the figure of the girl who was staring at them both flatly. Lis immediately rolled her eyes in annoyance, she immediately looked at Kirey who had just come with annoyance. Without much questioning, she immediately took the books Harry was going to borrow. However, when she entered the titles of the books, Lis frowned. "I know you are a medical student Harry, why are you borrowing these history books?"

It’s more likely that a draught from the door or windows disturbed the pristine alter cloth. My gaze passes over the objects on the table, white candles, willow branches, bundles of herbs, trinkets and tchotchkes. My eyes settle upon an open book, the pages are loosely bound and the gilded illustration depicts a woman being lifted into the clouds by two sets of hands. In my awe of the tome I forget about the potential stowaway. I must have this book, the people are no more, so it will not be missed and I cannot fight the urge to reach out and pluck it from its resting place. It is cumbersome to hold, even with both hands and I have no idea how I will hide it from Halen.

There was a curved staircase with an intricately carved balustrade that led up to the highest point. "Oh my God Celine," Olivia gaped. "It's divine, like a real-life library come to life. Have you seen the Beauty and the Beast cartoon? There's a scene where he shows her a library and I could swear it looks just like this!" Celine laughed. "Super observant of you," she commended. "It was the sort of library he craved for so he built it. It's like a fortress and solitude all rolled in one." Olivia caressed the books. She was shocked when she found the first copy editions of Harry Potter.

It's huge and looks like something out of an old gothic novel. Written on the fence in old script is Blackwood Manor. "I think we came to the right place," I whisper, leaning into Trey. The whole thing is creeping me out. Is this where Colt is? I can feel a power coming from the building itself, and it is not happy and bright. No. This is a dark and heavy magic, and I'm guessing at least part of it is for concealment. But they can't hide this from me. Trey nods his head and pulls our this phone.

It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine, “The Parrot and the Hunter. Is this a children’s book or a weird shifter romance novel?” Morpheus laughs, and she sits down and opens it, “Ah, romance novel.” She taps it thoughtfully, “No pictures.” She smiles as Sol flushes and she curls up on the sofa to read, she flips through, “Oh, my apologies, there are pictures.” Sol groans as she takes in the etching of two people clearly fucking each other senseless. “Informative pictures.” Morpheus laughs hard,

(Harper’s POV) “I’m sorry, what now?” I stared at Harry, dumbfounded. He flicked through some more pages of the book and then turned it to face me. I apprehensively looked down at the book. The page was titled “Bloodline” and there was a picture of a wicked-looking blade down one side. The writing was a little faded and handwritten, but despite all that, it felt so familiar and I could read it, like it was something I had read a thousand times before.

A grin slipped onto his face and he continued, “Welcome to your own little Hogwarts!” Twisting the knob, Nate entered and Eira followed. After hearing the word ‘Hogwarts’ she had built up high expectations. The room wasn’t grand or beautiful. Truthfully, it was dull. First she took in were the shelves with several thick books that looked torn at the edges. There were a few wooden tables with differently shaped candles and pentagrams drawn over them. The walls were lined with crafts and charts that attracted her attention. Most of them were hangings that showed the phases of the moon. There was something written below each picture but it was a foreign language that she couldn’t understand. Sh

Look closer. Her gaze settled on a particularly weathered book tucked away near the corner. Its cover was simple, but a faint embossed design caught the light - a pair of intertwined wolves beneath a crescent moon. The image sent a shiver down her spine, and her fingers tingled as she pulled it from the shelf. She opened it carefully, the pages crackling with age. The script was ornate, the kind that took a moment to decipher, but the accompanying illustrations made her breath catch. Drawings of wolves with hollowed eyes and jagged teeth, their forms twisted and monstrous, filled the margins.

She grabbed a thick book and pulled it off the shelf before returning to her seat. She placed the book on the coffee table in front of me so I could see it. My eyes widened when I saw the gorgeous purple and white designs on the book with dark purple lettering that read: Spell Book. “A spell book?” I gasped, running my fingers down the front cover. “Is this real?” She nodded.