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I expected to see a body or being that Sophia had claimed would bring doom. Instead, all I saw was book. Alexander's basement was an ancient library. A huge one at that, one that almost left me breathless. The architect of shelves were crafted in a way that I'd never seen before. I glanced at Alexander who was now looking through some books, my legs carrying me forward to the plain balusters, and once I got there I couldn't see the ending of the shelves. It was never-ending. There were also some round floating shelve, that had somehow managed to defy the law of gravity, with tons of books on it. Sophia had lied to me. There wasn't any dark energy shrouding the basement, at least, I didn't fe

Autumn worked her way through the imperial library, methodically searching through shelf after shelf of ancient texts. The library was massive-- three stories high with shelves that stretched from floor to ceiling, filled with books and scrolls and documents that dated back centuries. If knowledge existed anywhere in the wolf world, it could be found here. Records of wars and treaties, prophecies written by seers long dead, histories of bloodlines that had risen and fallen. Everything was catalogued and preserved in this place.

Which only made it more irritating. Her gaze moved toward the small stack of books sitting on the corner of her desk — mostly art books and a few random novels she hadn’t finished yet. None of them would help, at least not in this case. Maybe the internet just wasn’t the right place to look. Arabella tapped her fingers lightly against the arm of her chair as the idea slowly formed. Libraries had records the internet didn’t. Old texts. Language archives. Historical dictionaries. She remembered once hearing that the university library downtown had an entire section dedicated to ancient languages and forgotten dialects.

Jason asked, sounding confused. “Our libraries no longer have books containing earth Fae and we don’t have more knowledge about them except if a Fae tells us about their kind. The books we had, somehow disappeared, and that's the same for Alpha Rollins pack. I asked, and they searched, but it was gone. Whoever is behind it, is seeking for something and also taking something….” This was the theory I had in the mind. “They’re creating an army” Mateo said, standing up. Of course, the smartest boy in the room.

She had never felt this before, and it was overwhelming. It was obvious she had lost her senses and every sense of reasoning. Same applicable to Raphael. He toils into her gown, with just one motive, getting into her. He couldn't think straight, he had gone wild. Alexandra felt him get in contact with her panties, it doesn't take time, he starts rubbing her clit from her panties. She didnt know what she was feeling anymore, because it was more like she was going crazy.

Once again, I was causing my focus to break for no valid reason. I needed to get to the library to clear my mind. My objective was to research this cult Alexander had mentioned. Maybe there would be names given for this area or something. A vampire library likely had extra content, after all. Humanity may have failed to properly document the existence of their kind, but I wasn't in a place run by them.

This is what the gods have decreed and the will of man has no power over it. The keeper of the stone thought about the prophecy he had read for a long time and finally decided that he had no right to hide it. So he copied it down word for word on different parchments and sent them to all his brothers in fate. For many years the prophecy was kept, but the merciless passage of time destroyed everything in its wake, and after a few generations the scrolls of paper disappeared into oblivion. The world was at war. Monasteries and great castles were destroyed, riches and sacred relics were plundered. Many relics have never been recovered, or have been forgotten and buried in the cemeteries of obsc

she jerked her thumb toward the library. “I see,” Arden smiled tenderly. “Have fun and be careful. Just… call me when you need me.” When Alexander returned, one of their guards accompanied him. Half an hour later, they were at the temple, watching the priest tear through stacks of books and scrolls in the temple archives. “Pardon me, they were not very organized. I am quite sure I read something one of the earlier priests wrote about the ‘hills of Aelysia’” the priest muttered.