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That way, when her mistress needed something, she wouldn’t have to search for it frantically—like she had with Sebastian’s sleepwear the other day, which had earned her a scolding and… Alethea shook her head, refusing to relive that memory. Then, as she began sorting through Shareeza’s books, she furrowed her brows. Something about them struck her as odd. Most were picture books—fairy tales, legends, and folklore. But as she read the titles, she noticed a peculiar pattern. Every single one of them revolved around the same theme: wicked stepmothers. Cinderella. Snow White. Hansel and Gretel. Each of these stories painted stepmothers as cruel and unkind. Why were there no books with different

I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling, and moved to the shelf to retrieve a book titled *Dark Realm*, written by one of Raven’s own—a wolf who had broken free from the darkness and reclaimed his purity. I admired the author’s courage, documenting a journey he had witnessed with his own eyes. The book began with King Ravengrim, the ruthless Lord of the Dark Realm, whose thirst for power was insatiable. Human souls were not enough for him; he craved dominion not only over the Dark Realm but also over Earth and Heaven. Ravengrim’s closest friend was Shawn, a lone wolf who despised packs and the old ways. Ravengrim had tempted Shawn with a promise of power—to make him stronger than any Al

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I noticed it’s in an old arabic script, I forgot how much my sister loved the book of the gods and learnt to read old Arabic as she never trusted the translation. My Aunt Lil takes the book from her kissing her head, Emerald shrinks back to her seat, she hates all eyes on her. I turn back as my mother asks if aunt Lil can read it, with a look that says seriously. Aunt Lil whispers a spell and we all watch as the old writing bends and reshapes into our language.

he said, lifting it by one corner and showing the cover to me, “is filled with the stories of our people. Every werewolf family has a copy, and all werewolf children grow up hearing the tales.” “So… they’re fairy tales like Cinderella? Or myths like Pandora’s Box?” I asked, taking the book and examining it. It was an old book with a dark green cover, embossed with gold scrolling around the edges and on the binding, with the title “The Goddess’s Tales” right in the center. Despite its age, it was still in wonderful condition, with hardly any deterioration.

“Once upon a time, a very long time ago, there lived vampires, witches, werewolves, and other magical creatures such as elves and fairies in perfect harmony. While vibrating at a level that kept us in a dimension above this one, our world resembled this one greatly. It was more colorful, lush, and vibrant, but laid out pretty much the same. We had similar wildlife, but no humans. This is the only plane of existence where mere humans can be found. “Our world had one superior God-like king. That was King Landon. Then, there were lesser queens who oversaw the kingdoms of wolves, vampires, witches, etcetera. One day an argument over territory broke out between the vampire and the werewolf queen

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Then I add, “But I’m not in any rush to be a grandmother.” Noah chokes on air. Emily snorts in the front seat. Raven bursts into laughter. “Trust me,” Raven says, wiping her eyes, “I’m not ready for that stage of life either.” The tension breaks. Just for a moment. Just long enough to breathe. Grace and Liam are already hauling my books into the dining room when we arrive. Stacks and stacks of them—old leather-bound grimoires, Warren family journals, spellbooks, prophecy collections, everything I’ve ever studied.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

’ He sniffled. ‘Maybe I can find a way to fix that, too,’ I muttered, scanning the pages of an ancient, dusty book I’d found buried in Moon Chasm’s library. I didn’t find anything. There were old fairy tales, so old they barely seemed recognisable anymore, that spoke of affronted gods casting down their children and making the first wolves. Some were classic tales, like the one about three pups going too near a river and being turned into toads to save them from drowning; others were cautionary tales, warning young wolves away from humans and forbidding any sort of romances between us and them – all in a fun, rhyming sort of way, of course.