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Prince Zaeius showed eagerness, now fully focusing his attention on Faz. "Yes, your highness." Faz nodded. "That ancient book was written a hundred years later after the great battle had happened by a prophet named Nom. It contained his autobiography and visions. Since he was a little, he had seen a lot of visions from the future. And so, he decided to write all of it in a book and made accurate calculations. He became well-known in his time for he never failed about his calculations. If he said that a disaster would happen on a certain day, it would actually happen.

I exhaled, leaning closer. “A few weeks ago I was reading books about the first spirits that walked the earth before we came into existence,” She cut in. “Spirits of the Celestine veil?” I almost smiled. Triss always impresses me with her vast knowledge leaving me wondering where she learned and still learns so much. I affirmed with a few nods. “Yes. Them,” “What about them?” “I’ve been looking for a book about the spirit born, Zara. There are books on others but her. I’ve checked the libraries, offices and halls of great measters, yet nothing was recorded,”

“They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?” Evelyn raised her chin, her voice unwavering. “Because they are innocent. They are children, drawn into darkness by this cursed book. Punish me if you must, but help them.” The spirits exchanged glances, their forms shifting in the ethereal light. Finally, the seventh spirit, shrouded in a dark mist, stepped forward. Its voice was deep and resonant. “We will assist them, but know this: the path they walk is not ours to alter. They must prove their worth to survive.”

It left readers eagerly anticipating the next chapters, eager to witness the continued unfolding of Rita's extraordinary path. In a world often marked by uncertainty and external influences, Whispers of Redemption: Rita's Journey from Solitude to Spiritual Awakening served as a guiding light, reminding readers of the inherent power within them to shape their destinies. It inspired them to embark on their journeys of self-discovery, authenticity, and purpose, encouraging them to embrace the era they lived in and become active participants in shaping a future aligned with their deepest aspirations and values.

But Titus said nothing and just kept quiet as he continued to listen to Lola’s story and walked towards the secret room that held Pearl’s dark sorcery book. Staring at the forbidden book on dark magic made by Pearl gave me goosebumps, even Lola didn’t dare to come closer after she managed to lock it so that it wouldn’t be detected by other witches, glancing at Titus who had also looked in my direction, we both thought that this couldn’t be fake. “The book won’t affect someone who doesn’t have blood magic, but your mate might not” Lola informed Titus who looked at me before nodding. He slowly approached the book and sure enough, nothing happened when he touched it.

Giselle angrily entered the room and before she could call Hyun, she found him already sitting on the couch. He gave her a sly smile ready to asked the favor back. He knew she would be all over him soon. Why? Because, he, the great wolf spirit helped her. His fingers tapped on the book while Giselle exploded with anger. "H Y U N... Y O U... F I L T H Y.... V I L E... C R E A T U R E."

Thank you so much for your patience and support, during the break. I’m writing a new book called “Stealing the Alpha's Soul. It is for the Spirity Awards. Please check it out and support it. I’ll really appreciate it. Thank you for coming with me so far, I really appreciate it)).

CHAPTER 1- For a girl like me, being unusual is difficult; I was born with a gift called "Real Sight," which allows me to see things that regular people cannot. Spirits, apparitions, elements, and mythical creatures, to name a few. As a result, I preferred to avoid social situations. Others who are solely concerned with themselves can never understand how to live in the dark, surrounded by these strange creatures. After my father died, even my mother abandoned me. She cut me off from my only brother and placed me under the care of my grandmother.

Aesthelia wonders why it went wrong; did the book have the wrong title? "It is not," the spirit answered, and he added, "You've read the right book." Aesthelia was so confused at this point, that's why she let herself fall into darkness and the last thing she heard is the spirit saying, "I am your wolf"

In sleep, she looked so innocent, unburdened by the responsibilities that weighed on us both. Silently, I crossed the room to where my travel bag lay. Digging through its contents, I pulled out a book I had brought with me from the city. The leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age—a relic, much like the secrets it contained. Settling back into bed, I opened the book, eager to lose myself in its ancient wisdom. The familiar scent of parchment and ink-filled my nostrils as I started to read. This book, unlike any other, held unparalleled information about the spirit wolf and its significance. My eyes glided over the pages, absorbing each word with a ravenous hunger.