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He hurried to it and pulled it open just far enough to see who was on the other side. Lila’s whisper was hard and urgent as she said, “Let us in.” He immediately obeyed by opening the door just far enough to allow her to slip in. Benjamin’s larger frame forced him to pull it just a bit further open before slamming it shut immediately after he’d entered the room. “This is Ben,” she offered as she moved to the center of the room. Jasper and Benjamin greeted each other with stern expressions and a curt nod. Without hesitation, the warlock produced a slender bottle containing white granules that Jasper thought might be salt and created a circle around himself.

“The two cities, Casterfall and Hailborne, were both the underlying source of the region’s…” “Seriously, do I really have to do this every day?” Tristan whispered to himself, letting out a huge breath. Thick, ancient-looking books were piled at his both sides on the table. One book was opened, resting between his elbows but the writings were too frustrating for him. They were so tiny and full of complicated words which he had never known of before. “Okay, that’s it,” Tristan finally spoke up as he closed the big book which was all about the geographical history of Northrend region.

Book 1 is completed! Thank you for everyone who still reads this novel! And I'm glad I could finish this book! Looking forward for another story to make and current stories to finish too! Book 1 = Trix System Unlocked: Butterfly Effect [Completed] Book2 = Trix System Unlocked: Love At Worlds [soon] Book 3 = Trix System Unlocked: System War [soon] Book 4 = Trix System Unlocked: Final Wish [soon]

Raisel sat in Islandia’s library. It was in a very high tent and spacious, one could get missing in it. The shelves were made out of crystals that towered high above. Small dragons flew up to get books from the top shelves. She found a small corner in the library and took out her notes, she picked out any books, pamphlets, articles anything that had to do with the heart of magic. She read till midday, however, she could not find out anything that they didn’t already know.

I thought of a spell I had recently learned from books. I took my book of magic from under the bed and from the dressing table drawer I took the pendulum my mother had given me recently. I cleaned all unnecessary things from the floor and spread out a map of Italy on it. I opened the book on the appropriate page where the spell was located and wound the pendulum's chain over my hand, holding the sharpened crystal hanging from its end just above the map. This item, when one uttered a spell, would locate anyone I could think of. The more I thought about this person, the faster and more accurately the pendulum would find them. So I started thinking about Oliver, more and more every minute, clos

I say, turning her face to me. Whatever I was about to say, falls away as a tidal wave of lust blasts through me. I turn to see Cyryl getting up from her nap where she was laying curled up with Bynjym. She hisses at him, then leaps into the air. She’s barely off the ground when Bynjym roars his intent as he, Thyyd, Yttyc, and the other bronzes all leap into the air after her. Cyryl is rising to mate. **This story will continue in The Dragon Rider: Book Two of The Dragon Thief Trilogy.

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

Frustration claws at my chest until my fingers brush against a thick, worn book shoved far back on a lower shelf. The Legend of the Dragon Warriors. I scoff immediately. Dragons. Of course. I almost shove it back. I hate everything that has to do with dragons now. Everything about them reminds me of things I would rather forget, bonds I would rather pretend never existed. But something stops me. Tiny lettering at the very bottom of the spine catches my eye. Blue fire. My pulse stutters. I pull the book out slowly and flip it open. The pages are old. Fragile. The first image nearly knocks the air out of my lungs.

It was a legend—a place spoken of in hushed whispers, where history had been rewritten in blood. And now, it was their destination. Elior’s grip tightened around the crown fragment. This journey had started as a quest for truth, but now, it was something else entirely. Dawnfire held answers. And perhaps, even more dangerous, it held the truth about him.