Library Bound Vs Hardcover 소설 & 이야기

“Clear quartz, the crystal of healing.” “Correct,” Cassandra hummed. “It was said that this pack, amongst other special packs, are bestowed with gifts of power by the Moon Goddess. Some packs have the power tied to the Alpha bloodline, which is why they’re so strict on their bonds; for other packs, it differs. Either the power would stick within the high ranks, given that they were so powerful, it made sense that they would be bestowed the extra power, but for other packs, it was very random.” Confused, Suki pushed for more. “Random how?”

I stretch up on my toes and pull it out, and seconds later I succeeded like I always do when I put my mind on things. Sending a cloud of dust motes swirling into the air while allowing it for a moment to escape from the shelf, I blew the dust from the cover. There were no words printed on the front or spine, just a simple black leather binding cracking with age, and strange symbol I do not recognize.

I didn't read it though. There were so many fights happening in different rooms but the one we were interested in was the main arena. It was a wrestling cage and two wolves were fighting in the cage. I knew they were wolves from their marks. You just couldn't miss it. "Isn't this fun?" Amelia yelled at me. the noise was quite loud. "Who are you betting on?" I asked still yelling "Blackhearts. They are very strong." She yelled, "And cute." We kept on watching the fight. Fights like this are meant to let people know which pack is stronger. It is like a duel but the difference is duels have a purpose and are done between alphas. This one is done to make quick cash.

What made me so special? Perhaps it was my looks. With my striking features, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I might be more beautiful than the rest of the girls. I wondered if that was the reason why everyone treated me differently, including Alpha Tristan. My mind wandered to the auction house where I remember a girl saying we would be sold as breeding machines. Could it be what was happening now? I contemplated. But I felt that this master that bought me was in no need of a breeding machine; he even had a wife, so what else would he need us for if not serving under his roof?

I stared back into the eyes of the stranger who looked so lost, so defeated, like she had been to hell and had to claw her way back to earth; slaying demons and dragons alike. My chest was marred with perfect bite marks, and red, angry hickeys that screamed nothing but CLAIMED in giant big, bold letters. I knew it was a matter of time before he fully carved his name on my skin; I just didn’t know that it would be this soon. It was out in the open, the cold truth staring at me in the face. I was bought. Bound. Claimed. A heavy sigh bubbled out of me, and I gave my face a warm rinse and watched as color sipped back into almost pale skin.

I shove it back onto the shelf, the motion stirring a cloud of dust that stings my eyes. Finally, in the dimmest section of the floor, I spot it: A History of the Mate Bond. Its faded red leather cover is cracked with age, barely holding the book together. My heart sinks as I pull it free. The book is massive, easily over two thousand pages, the weight of it pulling at my arms.

At the center of the cover lies a raised symbol: a drop of blood, intricately detailed, as if about to trickle down the cover, appearing almost alive. The clasp of the book is a masterpiece of brutality and symbolism. Made of heavy metal, it is adorned with tiny skulls and bones, reminders of the lethal power contained within the tome. The clasp seems to demand a blood pact to be opened, with a small blade embedded, ready to make the necessary cut. When I finally open the Bloodbound Codex, I feel the temperature around me drop abruptly, as though the very air had been sucked into the book. The atmosphere becomes denser, heavier, as if the essence of the book were absorbing the vitality aroun