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“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

Eventually Elowen stopped before a small wooden table. One book rested upon it. Unlike the others, this one looked unfinished. Blank cover. Silver binding. No title. The library seemed quieter here. Waiting. Elowen touched the book gently. Then looked at us. "This one is special." Dangerous sentence. Hope immediately moved closer. Naturally. "What is it?" Elowen smiled. "A story still being written." Silence. The floating lanterns drifted overhead. Soft golden light danced across the blank cover. The book shimmered faintly.

"Elena!" A young servant entered immediately, bowing slightly. "Yes, Lady?" "Take my guest to the library." Elena, a delicate woman with a kind face, stepped toward me. "Please, follow me." I nodded, standing. The walk through the halls was quiet, filled only by the soft echo of our footsteps against the marble floor. I wondered if the library here would have Knowledge. It was unlikely, but I would check nonetheless. Even the slightest chance might help me. Upon reaching the massive wooden doors, Elena pushed them open, revealing a grand space lined with towering bookshelves. The scent of old parchment and ink filled the air, a familiar comfort. No wonder I loved library all the time. It bro

So, when the noise pulls back because every person in the space—alphas, guards and noble family members alike—registered that. They knew something had happened that none of them planned for, and none of them knew how to explain it. I turned to look towards the source and found Elena standing in the centre of the room. Her hair was white. Not grey, not pale, WHITE, the kind of white that didn't belong to hair. The kind of white that carried its own light inside it, the way snow carries light, from within rather than from without. She was standing completely still, and every person in the room, on every side of the fight, had stopped moving.

Of course, her father wouldn’t be so gracious as to inform her that someone intended to ask for her hand in marriage. From that moment on, she did everything possible to show herself to be the worst possible choice to be his wife, by interfering in the conversations during dinner, spending the whole morning in the stable with the horses, and (perhaps the worst thing she could have done) when the Earl tried to have a conversation with her in the library one morning about the books she was interested in, Elena started a long monologue about Sephira's books. Sephira's books, about the history of sorcerers and magic on the continent, continued to be hated in Vallas territory despite being part o

By the end of the week, Manhattan had found a new obsession. Elena Whitmore. Not the scandal. Not the divorce. Not even the Whitmore retaliation spreading panic through financial markets. Her. The woman herself. Fashion blogs dissected her appearances daily. Luxury brands fought quietly for association deals. Social media accounts reposted photos of her endlessly beneath captions calling her elegant, mysterious, untouchable. And tonight only intensified it. The Fontaine Autumn Gala was already overflowing with celebrities, executives, royalty, and international press when Elena arrived beside Raphael.

Bella (walking closer, uneasy): “You think he’s hiding something here?” Elena: “I think Jason’s never met a secret he didn’t lock behind an expensive piece of furniture.” She stopped midway through the second shelf, her gaze narrowing. She reached out and tapped a volume of Roman Structural Design and the Politics of Empire. Elena: “This one.” Bella (nervously): “You’re guessing.” Elena: “No. I’m reading him.” She pulled the heavy leather-bound book free. It came with a faint click—like something magnetic releasing. A tiny red thread slipped from its spine, barely visible.

The closet was absolutely rammed with dresses, some she had clearly purchased for future Luna status and never worn but above there was storage space for shoeboxes which drew my eye. I nodded to Ivan, “I think we should check the shoeboxes” and he grunted and started pulling them down, dozens of boxes yielding nothing but shoes until finally a clunking sound made his eyes widen. Opening the box there were three small leather books and something heavy wrapped in blue cloth. “Helena…” Ivan managed to whisper, “how did we not know?” “She must have been so unhappy” as I flicked through the pages, love notes and pressed flowers spilling out of the pages. Phrases leapt out at me from the pages.

she shrugged not sure of what she’d suggested. Mr White immediately stopped crying, a smirk spread on his lips, he immediately stood up , walked to his home library, he picked one of his book, Selene and Pippa looked at each other with confusion. He turned with the book, he quickly flipped the pages, one by one, then he instantly stopped on one page. He lifted his face, something flickered in his eyes, satisfaction, he’d finally found a way how to get rid of Dave. “This is the book of laws..” he raised it for them to see.

Page by page. the book disappeared. The woman gasped. "The White Book..." "It's gone." The First Reader quietly shook his head. "No." "It has become something greater." The glowing particles gathered around Adrian's right hand. Slowly... they transformed into a simple white feather. No cover. No pages. No ink. Only a feather. Elias looked at it and whispered, "So the Book has finally chosen its final form." Adrian held the feather carefully. It felt almost weightless. Yet memories flooded through his mind.