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Even with Uneece's sadness, she looked mesmerizing: straight out of the painting. Nonetheless, Shiera continued to admire and stayed silent by the door. Meanwhile, Alexander rushed to his private library rummaging in his drawers, searching for the book that his deceased great- great grandmother left him. He was indeed mentally disturbed. The book he was looking for was about Lycan's soulmates. He knew their culture better than anyone but the words Uneece spoke of had him perplexed. His big fingers skimmed word-for-word. He needed to check twice.

Something inside me was restless, like an invisible hand tugging at my chest. By the time I reached the library, dawn had barely touched the horizon. The large double doors creaked open, revealing rows of ancient shelves and the faint scent of parchment and dust. The Crescent Moon library was one of the oldest in the region, its archives holding records of every battle, every raid, every history written under moonlight. If there were answers, they would be here. I walked past the shelves until I reached the back section,The Era of the Alpha Gods. Thick books, sealed scrolls, and yellowed maps filled the space. My fingers brushed over their spines until I found what I was looking for: The Rec

Woe betide my father who summoned Eleleth in the first place. We sat in the center as Gullinkambi squawked in the rigging, glowing feathers like a lighthouse lighting our way. “What was your favorite thing you saw in your travels, Yola?” I asked quietly, delicately eating bit by bit so as not to upset my stomach. “The Library of Alexandria,” she swooned. “So many tomes. So little time to read. It was as delightful as wine.” I smiled, and we talked of little things, big things, and all we had missed in our lives.

Before my mother passed away, she often told me, "You must first learn to love yourself before you can love others." Looking back now, she was absolutely right. I had already lost sight of myself, which was why I ended up losing my lover and child as well. After the meal, I heard a buzzing coming from the couch. When I walked over, I realized the buzzing came from Serene's tablet. It had been buzzing nonstop with notifications from her messaging app. In the past, I would never touch any of her devices. According to her, all her messages contained company secrets, since she was in charge of a major company.

“I love to read. I suppose I have enough time to read anything and everything. I love escaping into a good book.” “You will LOVE the library here in Atlesper. It’s enormous, and even has a few recovered scrolls from the Great Library of Alexandria,” she smirks. My eyes widen to the size of saucers, “You don’t…” “We do,” she grins, “Was a shame how this epicentre of knowledge slowly dwindled over time, not to mention the accidental burning by Julius Caesar. We managed to save a few items and they have lived here ever since.” “I would truly love to see them sometime,” I say hopefully.

He heard his aunt sigh, "Look, I'm not telling you not to search for the origin of Mages. I will see if I can find something as well. But Xav, don't consume your time and energy here alone." Xav paid no heed which made Jade glare at him, "You know very well that most of the manuscripts and books regarding dark magic and Mages had been burned like 9 centuries ago, right?" Xavier looked up at that. He knew the reason. The War had destroyed not only lives but also damaged a lot of property and to destroy evil powers, everything relating to it had been burned.

"Open the palace reserves. Empty the noble estates Darius confiscated. No one in this city goes hungry while there is a single crumb in the royal pantries. Understood?" "Understood, General," Jinx nodded, making a note on her datapad. "And while Jinx secures the rations," Ashren said, straightening up and fixing his golden eyes on me, "we deal with the parasite on the table. Darius is dead, but if he's haunting that steel, we need to know how to permanently exorcise him." "Darius burned the Royal Library during his purge," I reminded him. "He didn't want the people remembering the Old Laws. The warlocks tossed millions of books into the courtyard and set them on fire. There’s no one left who

He and his mighty twelve direct the destinies of all mankind. —The incredible library on the third floor... — Yes. We managed to rescue It from Alexandria in Egypt, before it was completely destroyed. —What about the treasure room? – I’d been dying to ask that one. —What we managed to recover from his tomb, also in Egypt. Roman emperors stole from it for fun and reviled the corpse in it very frequently. The diseased wasn't my lord, of course, but he considered those misdeeds an outrage to his person.

The transition from "Ascended Monarchs" to "starving shifters" happened remarkably fast. For hours, we were buried in vellum and leather. We moved through stacks of ancient scrolls, but it seemed the Great Library of the Queens had a sense of humor—or a very mundane side. We found "The Little Dragon Who Lost His Spark," a three-volume set on the proper way to tax wool in the fourteenth century, and a surprisingly aggressive book on the ethics of herbalism.

Somewhere behind me, the roof groaned a warning I ignored. If Alexander was still alive, he’d be in the east wing. That’s where Richard’s men had come from. That’s where he’d gone. “Please,” I whispered, not sure if I was talking to the universe, to God, or to the ghost of who I used to be. “Please let him be alive.” The library doors were half-open, the once-grand shelves reduced to glowing embers. The scent of burning leather and ink filled the air. Then a sound.