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I can see her eyes moving as she is flipping and scanning the pages of the book, 'Lycaea' that I had purchased at a greek-myths-inspired store near the neighborhood. Lycaea is a book about the ancient beings; werewolves or lycanthropes. What they are, where they come from, how did they come to life, birth and death. Merely just everything about them. The book has this weird carvings in the interface, almost as if it was carved out straight from a leather. The name Priam could be seen at the spine of the book. I wonder if it was the author of Lycaea. Aside from that name, nothing is carved aside from the design the outer cover of the book has. "You even bought a book huh?" she added, smirking

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If I may” “He got held up in the states, but he'll be back by next weekend, and our had some business to handle”, one of the men answered. “Ah, alright, right this way then”, my father ushered them into the living room. “This is the bride to be, Anaya” Serena looked at me, she scrutinised me head to toe as if checking out a dress. “My sons, Antonio, Marco, Davide,” he turned and looked disdainfully towards... “and my youngest son, Luca.

Neah asks. "Concentrated Lycan life force. Solidified over millennia. It forms in places where Lycan blood was spilled in great quantities. During battles. Rituals. Deaths." Aldara reaches out but doesn't touch it. "This much lunar stone represents hundreds of Lycan lives." The room goes quiet. I move to the shelves. Carefully unwrap one of the cloth bundles. Inside is a book. Hand-bound. Pages made from something that isn't quite paper. The text is in the same ancient script as the door.

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She held a stack of books against her chest as if they were the most precious thing in the world. “Do you by chance know where I could find a book on the war between the light and the dark?” Elaina asked feigning boredom. “The brothers want me to put together a speech on it for their next meeting.” Tonya furrowed her eyebrows as she thought. “Have you checked the book of white?” “Yes, it was the first thing I checked.” Elaina responded. “I thought maybe there was another book on it in here.” “No.” Tonya said much too quickly. “There isn’t anything else, not since…” She stopped mid sentence clamping her mouth shut.

I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read. "Ella, stop slouching around and get to work" my manager yells at me, there was no one in the shop while I was sitting around here. I looked up to see a woman standing next to the register, I huffed angrily and put the book away before walking over to the nice looking lady. "Hi ma'am, how may I help you?" I ask the woman, she was only about five feet tall, with brown long hair and brown eyes. "Hello, I'm here for the new werewolf story" she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs.

“It’s for your legs.” “And that one?” “Your arms,” Leina said patiently, though her lips twitched. “And that?” “Abs.” I pursed my lips, cheeks warming. “So… it’s just torture machines. Fancy ones.” They burst into laughter. “Not torture,” Liya said between giggles. “Training. But maybe we’ll teach you one day. If Mr. Kaine lets us.” Her eyes glimmered mischievously. Their laughter followed us into the cinema room, the conservatory with plants taller than me, and finally the library. I stopped breathing there, staring at rows and rows of books—old and new, leather-bound and glossy, their spines like soldiers waiting for command.

It isn’t until Kella directs us into the library, sniffing down the multiple rows of books until, there, on the bottom shelf, we find a book that has very little dust on it. Leana picks it up and opens it, something falling out. I reach down to pick it up when I hear her gasp. I stand and look at her. She turns the book to me and smiles. “V,” she says, showing me the black V colored on the page of the book. I show her what I picked up off the floor. “Map,” I say, just as excited as she is.

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"