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I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up

The Rennar symbol. She snatched the key. The metal was cold. Without a backward glance, she fled. The Rennar library was a tomb of forgotten truths. She went straight to a section blocked by a frayed red rope. The Forbidden Collection. She found it: Instinct and Transformation: Observations on the Lycanthrope. She carried the heavy tome to a table, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The pages crackled with age. She skimmed past charts of moon cycles and dietary notes until her eyes found a heading that stopped her breath.

I had to keep studying—this was the only way I could avoid his gaze and his presence. After a few more pages, my eyes drifted to the large bookshelf along the living room wall. It was filled with thick volumes, most in Latin or old English. Slowly, I stood and approached it. My fingers brushed over a spine, trying to read the titles. Anatomi Licanthropica, Genealogy of Packs, Mutatio Lupus. I pulled one out, nearly choking when I saw its contents—pages full of strange illustrations: skeletal figures half-transformed into wolves, notes on dual circulatory systems, and countless terms unfamiliar to me.

It was two death certificates, one for her mother and one for Libby. “Says they both died from pneumonia.” Nate’s voice pulls me out from the image of my own mate laying dead on a hospital bed. How could Odin do this? No wonder her friends abandoned her, they thought she was also dead. This will destroy her. ……. I was heading back upstairs having spoken to my beta Dane, he was sending more warriors and agreed to liaise closely with Nate. The details of Libby being on the dark web did concern me, her details were no longer only within the shifter community now. Anyone had access to that.

rare steaks for us, coffee for Vida. "What do we have?" Tate asked, dropping the tray on the desk. "The Codex is a trap," Vida announced. She pointed to a diagram in the book. It showed a figure being torn apart by black lines. "Heriberto didn't just bond with the Siphon. He anchored it to his mortality. If we rip the Siphon out, Heriberto dies. If Heriberto dies while the Siphon is inside... the Siphon is released free into the world with no host."

He continued reading. As Aelfric studied the book further he found all manner or dark necromantic spell. A ceremony to bring the long dead to life, and one to animate the dead to do one's bidding. He also found spells of torture, of pain, and psychological torment, and one spell which seemed not nearly as evil as the others. A spell to bring a life back from the brink of death. It is the mad, dark, writings of a necromancer, who figured out how to manipulate mortality, including bringing someone back to life, using a fraction of your own life essence, how to animate the dead, and how to perform a liching. This is exactly what I wished for. And Arcus wants me to have this book so that I could

They stepped inside. Raven’s sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—titles in languages older than Arcadia Prime, bindings of shadow-leather and bone. Victoria moved with purpose, fingers trailing over volumes until she stopped before a thick tome bound in matte black hide that drank the light rather than reflected it. Silver script crawled across the cover like living veins: *Intricate Military Command of the Dead* *Advanced Studies in the Art of Necromantic Warfare* Raven reached up—standing on tiptoe—and pulled it free. The weight surprised her; this was no slim intermediate text. This was dense, heavy with diagrams of battlefield sigils, troop formations of the risen, rites for coordinating

Whatever this is, involves Liberty, and if it involves her, it’s just as much my business as theirs. They both look at Esme. “Were you there, or are you yet to be there?” Christian demands loudly enough to make Liberty jump. “Both.” Esme stares at her hands and whispers her response. “Seriously! What the fuck aren’t you saying?” I jump to my feet, ready to lose my shit, they asked us all to be here but tell us nothing. Zander nods in Uriel’s direction. “You should take a look at this.” Uriel puts the book on the table and my stomach hits the floor. ‘Vampyres or Vampires? – An encyclopaedia of fact, fiction and food sources.’ What the actual fuck?

Let it dry red against the page. Then closed the book and whispered, "Let them pray to fire." ~~~~~~~~~~ UNDISCLOSED LOCATION — THE MIRROR ROOM Elias stood at the edge of a hall made of obsidian. Light flickered across a thousand mirrored panels. Each one showed an image. Luciana’s death. Aria’s face. The Book of Blood. He turned to a figure in the dark. "Release them." A switch was flipped. All across the world, those who had ever shared Moretti and De Rossi blood felt it. A whisper in their skulls.

Lucifer stared at the key with so much admiration. This was the moment he had been waiting for and now his supremacy was closer than ever. He stared at Nahamani. His eyes had returned to its normal color and they were sparkling in excitement. The angel he was staring at however ,was not as excited as he was. Lucifer crouched down to meet her eyes and he smiled. He was not actually planning to kill her but he knew he would have to because she will try to expose him.