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During the two months he lay in bed recuperating from his wounds, Lorist invested all his energy to accumulate data about Grindia's set of experiences, topography, cultural stories as well as movement diaries to acquire an unpleasant comprehension about this new world he thought of himself as in. To Lorist, this world appeared to be very like Medieval Europe from the beginning, considering that it had stuff like titles and knights. In his previous existence, he had additionally manufactured various knight protective layer reproductions and sold them at a significant expense on the web.

Ever so slowly, I shove the note left for me by my mate under my leg. “We have some good leads on who this mysterious group may be.” He picks up one of the books I brought up her from the library, flicking through a few pages without looking at me. My heart jumps. “Who?” “There’s an old crime lord who used to run rampant in a nearby village. There are rumours that they put together a group to dismantle the Royal reign,” he explains, ire dripping off each word. I look down at my feet. My mates wants to dismantle the very floor I stand on. He wants to rid me of my title and dispose of me and my father.

They heard a voice and turned to the left to see a dark skinned man flipping through the pages of book while seated on the wooden road chair. "Who the hell are you?, That's my book". "Your book, this has the full scent of the Alpha's first wife and her son cherish it so much, isn't that right Miranda ". He added and the Brunette lady behind him stared at the girls. " Damn right, a kid who waited for seventeen years to take revenge on his father, that's sexy ". She said biting her lower lip. " And now he's the first most wanted in the Wolves Death list". "What the hell are they talking about?". Celeste asked.

I sighed then proceeded to sit on the table, the comfy chairs would lull me to sleep as tired as I was. I found the two doctors staring at me like I was some sort of an overgrown beetle or some sort of a cure to a certain untreatable disease, maybe it was the blood on my shirt surprising them. I was just about to snap at them that it was unprofessional of them but then I remembered, I didn't have my glasses on. My eyes were the magnet that attracted their gazes. My shoulders hunched when I recalled the glasses being broken earlier. " You must be Michael Marcus" one of them faked a smile and said. The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with

They moved deeper into the library until Pat stopped at a lone pedestal in the center of the room. Upon it sat a thick, dusty tome bound in what looked like pale, cracked leather. The cover bore no title, only a symbol: a blazing fire crowned by three horns, with jagged lines splitting its base. Pat opened the book carefully. “Mad Kings of the Underworld,” Jo read. She leaned in, studying the strange, curling script etched in faded ink. She flipped through the brittle pages until something finally caught her eye. A name. Malrik. Jo’s heart skipped.

And it was packed. Books. Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. Stacked on shelves that covered every wall. Piled on tables. Some even scattered across the floor like someone had been reading them and just dropped them. "This is a library." Dominic moved past me, eyes wide. "An entire library hidden under the Wolf Tomb." "Not just any library." I picked up the nearest book. The cover was leather, worn smooth with age. The title was in a language I didn't recognize but somehow I could still read it. "These are about magic. Old magic. The kind that's been lost for centuries."

*** Recap (one hundred years ago) Lord Adonis was wandering as usual when he heard about a monastery that housed mysteries. Unanswered questions had their answers there. Prescriptions to sickness and diseases that were very rare were all written there but entry was mission impossible. People who made efforts to enter the monastery were turned down as they could not answer the riddle that would grant them entrance.

I opened the door and went inside. Ban: This is.... Lord Drago: The Avereza true hidden library. It was a small library and it seems all the books written by Lucifer were here. Now it is more mysterious as to what was in the other room. Lord Gula: ......!!! This... I cannot believe it.. Lord Anex: ?? What is it? Did you find your book? Lord Gula: No.. this is something I never would have thought even existed and if anything else I am more confused why something like this would be here.

Countless shelves lined with weathered books and scrolls stretched into the distance, promising untold secrets and forgotten wisdom. They made their way through the labyrinthine aisles, their eyes scanning the titles and searching for any mention of Lycans or black magic. Dust danced in the rays of sunlight that filtered through stained glass windows, lending an ethereal quality to their journey. Finally, they discovered a section dedicated to ancient legends and forbidden knowledge. The books here were wrapped in worn leather, their pages delicate and yellowed with age. Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of

The library was always my sanctuary, a place where I could escape reality and lose myself in the pages of a good book. As I wandered through the aisles, I came across a book that caught my eye. It was titled "The Mystics of Lycans". Intrigued, I pulled it off the shelf and flipped through the pages. The words were unfamiliar, and I struggled to make sense of them. They seemed to be in a language I had never seen before. "Zephyrion milarath velindreth, thalorion symphoria. Ancalima thranduil caladron."