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I had watched father read them a few times, so no doubt I know them so well. The witch seems to follow my line of sight, as she quickly reaches beneath the map and pulls out another paper, except this one is small and light, and contains a rough sketch of what looks like some ancient, forsaken building. “It is the forbidden Castle,” she says, rolling the sheet and placing it beside a pile of heavy, dusty books at the edge of the table. “These tell tales of a once flourishing Castle spelled a long time ago by one of my irate ancestors, Marina,” Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading.

"No, that's what the female dragons like to read. I don't have access to warrior books, as only Aaron and his majesty have the keys to the male library." "Hmm, So what are these three books about? Have you read them?" I asked, seeing the first novel was about a princess and a beast, the second book was about a poor lady that had only one wish to marry the wealthiest dragon, and the third one, how to seduce a male dragon.

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

The moment she crosses the threshold and her feet met the cool, welcoming touch of her bedroom floor, she allows herself to sink onto her bed, the cushions yielding to her weight. With a deep sense of purpose, she extends her hand towards the book nestled on her bed, cradling it tenderly. Astrid could scarcely contain her curiosity, her fingers quivering with the exhilaration of the adventure awaiting her. As she opened the book, she was instantly transported into a world as captivating as the printed pages itself, where words spun tales of Supernatural beings beyond her wildest imagination. The book unveiled a hidden realm, one inhabited by nine extraordinary entities, each with its own uni

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I deserved better, this stupid year was just kicking my ass. Assuring myself of this, I took a deep breath out, running a hand through my hair as I crossed the road, headed straight into the library, putting my phone into my jacket pocket. The town library was exceptionally big, not too large though, but I must admit could hold quite a lot of books as they were rows upon rows. I made my way straight to the books about fantasy creatures, realizing that they were surprisingly many. Young Adult fantasy is a thing...like a big deal, I noted reading through so interesting titles, but not the specific one I was looking for.

I change into a pair of leather pants and a bra strapping my sword to my waist. While I'm changing, Flavius wanders around the room, lightly brushing his fingers across the many bookshelves I have carved out of the mountain wall. "When I thought of your room, I never thought of so many books. I thought it would be full of weapons and armor," he says jokingly. "I love to read, honestly," I respond. "I’m surprised, though; you even have books written in other languages," he remarks. "There is a lot of great literature that came from the elves and the fae. As a dragon, I am fluent in all languages. I only have to hear the language once, and I can speak it," I tell him nonchalantly.

It says, “Alice Liddell has been a fan of Lewis Carroll’s bookAlice’s Adventures in Wonderlandsince her mother named her after the character when she was born. Alice loves gaming, music, and chocolate truffles, and lives in Middle-Earth.” There’s a photo of her. It’s the one she used on Tinder where she’s obviously sitting at her recording desk with her headphones around her neck, smiling at the camera. I sit back with a short laugh. Holy shit. I listen to the podcast every week, often while I’m working out at the gym. No wonder I recognized her husky voice. I just didn’t put two and two together because it was out of context. She’s huge in the New Zealand literary community. She publishes r

She was getting afraid thinking that the Dream-Catchers might have located her and now were haunting her hiding themselves like a tiger hides behind the bushes before pouncing upon its prey. The voice again echoed and this time more loudly taking her off guard… “ Come on, My lady… I have given you a free trial of the first story and that too in a good way, I guess. Now, you have to pay for the next ones to come.” “ Who .. are you?? What do you want from me?” asked the Lady still holding onto her posture not letting the one present there according to her know that she was getting scared but it went in vain. “ I am the book talking to you lady. Now hurry up. If you want to know the second stor

Rita The air in the hidden wing of the library was thick with the scent of aged parchment and something deeper—magic, old and restless. Rita trailed her fingers along the spines of the grimoires, each one humming under her touch like a sleeping beast. "This one," Derek murmured, pulling a heavy tome bound in cracked leather. "It’s been calling to you since we walked in." Rita took it, the moment her skin met the cover, a shudder ran through her.