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She added louder. And again, she disappeared. "Is it necessary to hurt her in this way? " Stephen asked while sorting the document in the late Alpha's office. Akyl was looking at the library and running his hand in between the dust-filled tablets. The room was small, but somehow still spacious. The desk and the table lamp were made of pure wood. The window allowed the sunlight to pass through illuminating the room with red and orange flicks of color. The library was incorporated into the wall and was filled to the brim with multiple types of encyclopedias.

CHAPTER 33 The laughter from breakfast had faded like smoke in the wind. The parlor was dim, windows drawn, the ancient chandelier overhead casting dull amber light across the long table. Dorian set down a thick, worn book with a heavy thud. Dust rose from its cracked leather cover, and Lucian and Kai stood silently behind him as he opened it. Elias watched, his arms crossed, his fingers still tingling from the pan incident. “This is the Viritas Codex,” Dorian said. “Oldest surviving classification of all known bloodlines and species. Vampiric, demonic, angelic, shifter, fae, witch-kind, hybrids. It’s what we use to identify anomalies.”

The bookcases are unlike any I've seen. They're filled with leatherbound books, but behind them are other things: sculptures, paintings, strange trinkets, maps. I want to touch each and every detail, but this place feels too much like a museum. Brush against one thing and an alarm will go off. The books themselves seem to glow with a strange light. I rub my tired eyes, realizing the weird light I'm seeing must be from looking at my textbooks all day and barely sleeping last night. "This is incredible," I say.

“…a research project?” With all the dignity he could muster, Vincent drew himself upright while fervently hoping that the librarian hadn’t noticed any titles of the books he’d collected. There was van der Volk’s The Inner Wolf Keeps the Score: Effects of Trauma on Lycanthropic Expression; Ritual Combat in Lycanthropic History; Physical Training Methods for the Wolfless or Weak-Wolved; and most embarrassingly, Fated But Unmated: Case Studies in Unbonded Second Chances. None of them were even remotely related to his area of study, and all of them would be very difficult to explain. “Something like that,” he said primly, and left the library as quickly as he could to return to his office. He ha

Matteo murmured as he touched the photo as if he could touch the softness of her skin. The library, all wood and polished iron, was sepulchrally silent, a light wind swaying the long white muslin curtains with gold and silver designs. On the wooden table, piles and piles of books - and in Matteo's hands another one that he took from the bookcase that went from the floor to the ceiling on the four walls - looking for reports or any clue about the several deaths that had been happening in the last months. Not just any deaths, it seemed that the world had decided to collapse and people were no longer dying of natural causes or diseases, but only at the hands of their own and the night's young.

Her posture was fierce, drawn to portray the much aura she carried. Lucious's breath settled at the nape of my neck. "Not in a good way, courtesy of Emrys." It did make sense to me why Lucious was the most affected when it came to matters involving Emrys. "And I am sure she would want you to have this." Lucious held a book in his hand. I took it with a frown. "Record of Blood and Conversion." I read the title. I blinked up at him. "What's this?" "I wrote it." Of course, he was a writer too. "Shortly after her death. If you wish to end us, I believe you must know us first."

Despite having me at his side, Tiberius and August could become like Papa and Chesed in those long years without Crista. I can sense how anxious they are about tonight. They are just as worried about how this could go wrong. My wolf may not wake up, and worse, I may not survive. I don’t believe the latter is going to happen. Even if my wolf doesn’t wake up, the ritual is clear that even a pure human would survive the marking under a new moon. I did my own digging in the truckload, I’m not joking a box truck delivered crates of crap from Bisnonna’s house, of magic books. While I want to trust and believe the Bloodmoon Beta, I didn’t see the passage in the supposed book with my own eyes.

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

“I’d think you’d be begging for more.” When he threw his head back while laughing at his own sick humor, Edwin seized the moment and twisted from beneath him. Before the vampire could grasp what was happening, he grabbed his head with both hands and pulled with all his might. A loud popping sound pummeled his eardrums as the vampire’s body fell limp to the ground. Not wanting to take a chance on the vampire coming back to life, and remembering a scene from the Twilight saga, he tossed a lit match on the headless body. It immediately burst into flames.

Making my way over to her desk three books lay open stacked on top of each other so parts of each could be seen. The top book I had absolutely no doubt I had never seen. Columns running down each page with names, dates, a single letter either B,Y or R and the last column all had DECEASED written. Thumbing through the pages, the rest of the book offered no explanation to the meaning of its contents. Moving it aside the second book is filled with handwritten notes. I recognized Miss Evens writing right away. There are two others, one a elegant script and the other very hard to read. Scanning the pages the main theme focused on some kind of hybrid Lycans.