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Parched, I gladly accepted it. “Yes, my boy, I found our princess.” I ruffled his hair and took a drink of the water, fetching my tarot cards from the box on the shelf. Though I sensed Prince Zaiden in the bar, all I hoped was the Alpha heeded my warning to protect not only his mate but our future queen. “How much longer, Grandma?” Asked Frankie. I checked the calendar and did a reading of the cards. My brows contorted into a frown. “Nothing changed,” I mumbled to myself.

“You are right. But I'll stay up late to see who's sitting in my room without my will.” “We’d better see your books.” Johnny checked the books in Elizabeth’s hand. In the pile of book prepared for the girl there were: Encyclopedia of magical eras, from the beginning to the present day, Find out what others have done ... and become a better wizard, by Mark Zitter Geography of magical places and unknown fantastic areas, Beaten tracks ... and uncommon roads, by Julia Simens Beasts rarely seen ... or never met, Seen in dream ... in dim mindset, by Hans von Kilberg

"In that way, we couldn't run away from our bargain and can't stabbed each others back." "You're shackled by enchanted chains that restrict your magic." Mayari reminded. "That contract will have to wait until I free you, which I will not be doing." "Oh right, you are still a novice in magic." Jim sighed. "You can't do contract magic." "Then you just need to trust me." A smirked then curved in his lips. "I swear I won't betray you, May." "I don't trust you." Mayari flatly said. "And seeing this dungeon's security, its clear that it is enforced with magic."

The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid. Please don't be blood. I bend to pick up the book and stumble back a bit. It's heavy and I lug it into the room kicking the door shut with the back of my heel before moving to sit down on my bed. "Who left you at my door." I openly think as I read over the cover. Elgadah Furrucci presents. Advanced Spells and Enchantments. English translation. The words are printed in italics across the cover. I run my hand over the cover and I can feel the light layer of dust on it. My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part.

I replied back as I stretched my hands to remove the painting but it didn’t move, instead it slid and revealed a medium sized box. I took the box out and placed it on the desk. It was an old mahogany box with gold engravings on it. “Sinclair” I opened it carefully and revealed a very thick brown greenish book with about 200 pages made of parchment or something like and had the title written on it with big bold handwriting: “BOOK OF SHADOWS” I smiled happily, I couldn’t believe that I had it in my hands and looked at Kevin who was still anxious saying: “We found it” he nodded his head and was about to speak when we suddenly heard an applause behind us.

List of everything you’ll need us under this: Bloodcursed Grimoire of Eternal Sorrow by Scarlet Pluto Engatron Phantom Dreamthron by King Seth History of Broken Families by Suellen Saneye Moonshadow, Sculptor of Dark Magic by Rueben Moonshadow Conqueror’s Handbook Moonshadow, Oath and Care of Magical Creatures by Denise Moonshadow. Protective gloves A cauldron Yours Sincerely, Headmistress Silvia Angel Headmistress Silvia Angel

This life… still feels unreal. Ethan didn’t stop there. When they reached the counter, he didn’t step forward. He didn’t take the card. Instead—he let her handle it. “Use it,” he said simply from where he sat at the lounge, relaxed, composed, as if this was nothing. As if this was normal. Belle froze. The black card in her hand suddenly felt heavier than all the bags she carried combined. Her fingers tightened around it as she approached the counter, her steps hesitant. A thin sheen of sweat formed on her forehead despite the cool air inside the boutique.

Starting from what we are and down to the moment why we ended up here. After that, I didn’t try to take a look at it again, my interest faded when I learned the truth, but not until this morning. After I found it last night inside the same old chest years ago, I decided to open it this morning thinking that Mother would wake up anytime last night while I was scanning her book. “Book of Magic: Your Answers to Everything. 1876.” I uttered as I read the cover. It was fragile and filled with dust and dirt. I did a quick scan and found that some of the pages were crumpled and torn.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.