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he pleaded. She clenched her fists until her nails bit into her palms, wondering if her death had been nothing more than a sacrifice on Vulcan's altar of greed. The only thing holding her steady was her rage. “Tell me everything I need to know. I mean everything,” she demanded. Kieran's voice wavered as he swallowed hard. In the Elders’ quarters, there is an old library. Hidden. No one has ventured into it for years. There is an old book, The Book of Dark Shadows. You can find all the answers you seek.”

I glanced at Terry, who stood nearby, his expression mirroring my determination. "We need to gather as much evidence as possible," I stated, my voice steady despite the turmoil. "We must ensure that Mrs Jenkins faces justice for all her crimes." Finally, a worn leather-bound book caught my attention. Its pages were yellowed with age, its cover adorned with intricate symbols that hinted at its dark nature. As I gingerly flipped through the pages, a sickening realisation washed over me. This was Mrs Jenkins' grimoire, a repository of her dark magic and twisted knowledge.

"And now there's something else." "There's always something else." I managed a weak smile. "That's the lesson, isn't it?" He pulled me into a hug, fierce and desperate. I held onto him, burying my face in his chest, breathing in his scent cedar and storm winds and home. The bond between us pulsed warm and steady, a lifeline in the dark. "We'll figure it out." He murmured against my hair. "We always do." "Together?" "Together." Kael's voice broke in. "The Kindred have heard stories about the old powers, fragments, mostly. Things passed down through generations." He paused. "I never thought they were real."

My eyes suddenly focused on one book, ‘The rare breed – how to train and guide new vampires’, it was called. New vampires? I thought, does that mean when they’re children? I wondered as I picked it up. Just as I pulled it out from its resting place, I heard a small thump behind it. I looked into the bookshelf to see an old black book had fallen behind the ones in front. Setting the one in my hand on a little wooden table next to me, I picked up the black book. I took in a sharp inhale of breath when I saw the same detailed pattern that was on the dagger Kyan had shown me. ‘The hunters’ was all it said on the front, the same book Kyan and Zekan had spent days looking for.

“Getting used to what?” “To the urge to always make sure you’re really okay.” The answer just slipped out of Darius’s mouth. Even Darius himself was a little surprised. Serafina looked at him for quite a while. There was warmth in the Alpha’s tone, not just ordinary pity or sympathy, but something Serafina had never felt before in her entire life. Far beyond Black Fang’s territory, specifically on a cliff overlooking the castle, Kieran stood alone. The heavy rain was soaking his black hair. Yet Kieran didn’t budge at all. In his hand was an old notebook. Soon, Kieran opened the page labeled “Subject Seven.”

James said slowly. "Are you supporting them?" Peter Okeke asked. "No I am not." "You must know that burning a human is setting them on fire and fire is not friendly when it comes in contact with a human skin." James took the book, flipped through the pages then he gave the book to Paul Okeke. "Read that story." Paul Okeke collected the book from James hands. The title was written in bold letters like the previous story he read. It was titled: A GRUESOME DEATH. He swallowed and started reading loudly.

Then, slowly, the book began to glow with purple light—the same light as Kieran's curse. The cover cracked open, just an inch. Golden light poured out, mixed with black. "Sienna!" Kieran called into the book. "Follow my voice!" I felt the process reach its climax. The blood barrier was complete. All rifts were fixed. Whatever was coming through was now locked out—but so was anyone stuck on the other side. "Hurry!" I shouted. Through the small hole in the journal, I saw a hand reach out—slender fingers grasping for help. Kieran grabbed it, pulling with all his power.

I'm sure you'll know it's him when you cross parts with him* *If you find a girl or a boy(hopefully it's a girl hopefully she's lovable enough for you. You know what I mean) with the frequency, she will need the journal. Not this one. There's another journal. She probably won't be able to read it until she's ready, but when she is, the Harland collection has a companion text that describes the process. The companion text is called the Respondent. If the man has the collection, he may have the Respondent too.*

"Nevermind that, Jus. Let's continue. I was told that only Telekinetic Krysts can read such blank book. Have you found any?" Jucel nodded at once. "I do." She opened the book and flipped through its blank pages. "At first you will see it blank." Then she flipped her two fingers on her left hand up to the air and swiped it across the pages. The wind began to pick up and the pages glowed. After a while, it died down and the pages were filled with runes and texts.

Quickly, his eyes skim the first few lines below the name—ancient, devours without end, cannot be contained, bloodthirsty, dangerous— “What are you doing here?” Kieran snaps his head so fast at the sound of the voice to find Alpha Dagon; the man’s dark eyes flicker between Kieran’s face and the page of the book. He immediately walks over and slams it shut. He snatches it off the table and securely into his locker. Kieran raises a questioning brow. “What’s that?” Dagon waves his hand dismissively and sinks into his seat. “Nothing you should be concerned with. What are you doing here?”