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I said. "I had to be sure that you were not being followed by anyone." He said. "Do you have the information I asked for? " I asked him. "I don't know if you will have all the information you want but I think that you can find something here." He said. "Fine, what do you have for me?" I asked him. "Well I have three books. They were in the archives in the old library, I am not even supposed to touch them. These books are thousands of years old, they are first editions and rather priceless.

"Or this vast library might have a few other books on the same topic." "These are the only books on this particular topic, my Queen." He shook his head in disappointment, clearly not catching the double meaning of our conversation. "They were original books with no copies, all more than three thousand years old. They were handwritten and invaluable." What kind of books did Leikos want? I walked over and tilted a few of them up. History of Fayes. The Faye Kingdom. The Power of Fayes. What the fuck? "Tell Lord Leikos the library did not have the books that he wanted," I told him. "I do not want him to fire you from your job. Or worse, punish you for your clumsy slave's mistake."

After completing the task, I pour myself another drink and head to the library to gather all the books that discuss prophecies. As I walk through the shelves of the library, I can feel the weight of the books in my hands. I scan the titles, searching for any that might hold the answers I seek. My eyes land on a thick, leather-bound tome with the word "Prophecies" etched in gold on the cover. I pull it from the shelf and flip through the pages, my heart racing with anticipation. As I read through the ancient texts, I begin to piece together the clues that will help me unravel the mystery of the prophecy. The words on the page seem to come alive, swirling and dancing before my eyes. I lose tra

“What did you find?” Azazel gestures for everyone to take a seat across the conference table’s smooth surface and lays out several photocopies on top of the table. He waves for me to settle the book on the table, which I promptly do. Michael looks at the book. “In Libro Regum,” he mutters. “The Book of Kings.”

In the center stood a grand pedestal, upon which rested an ancient tome. Leori and Adonis approached the pedestal with a mix of reverence and anticipation. The tome beckoned to them, its pages filled with the accumulated wisdom of generations past. As Leori opened the book, the words inscribed within seemed to come alive, whispering secrets of forgotten realms and uncharted possibilities.

There is an uncanny resemblance to Justice, Max and Caleb. ‘Werewolves – Prophets and prophecies, a history yet to pass.’ There are traces of green gilding in the deeper recesses of some of the letters, and dark, oily patches of patina show the heavy use of this tome above the others. I would have thought that it’s place in the library of a werewolf would mean it would be utilised less that its more mysterious counterparts. ‘Or perhaps it’s guardians have simply had more to add.’ Caleb makes a sensible point.

The lighting was dim and the stacks of books were above their heads making the library feel mysterious and sacred. Kade took the lead through the library taking them to a far corner that was out of the way. All the books and manuscripts here were covered in layers of dust and many looked like they haven't moved in ages. "Here we are," Kade said with reverence in his voice. "This area has the older records and texts dealing with relics and ancient lore."

he asked in a low voice. Only then did Kimberly realize she was holding a Latin version of the Bible. He had already taken the thick book from her without waiting for her to respond. He put the bothersome book aside. His cool voice became more profound, "In the Old Testament of the Bible, there is a poem that doesn't carry any religious colors. It's devoid of God or deities, speaking only of the girl he loves." "Do you want to hear it?" "Mhm." Kimberly felt his wandering hand; her cheeks flushed red, and she casually replied.

Some canvases were broken, as if in frustration. Next, I visited the library. Many of the books were old and hopelessly confusing. Most incomprehensible of all were the ritual books, which made up the bulk of his library. There were only a few novels, and judging by the dust, they hadn’t been touched in years. Evidently, Salem was not the sort of man who read for pleasure.