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he replied, taking in the sight of the mysterious collection around him. "Well Adam, I am Domino, and I am sorry for the way we first met," the old man said, gesturing for Adam to follow him. He led Adam to a shelf lined with books on wolves and vampires. Adam's heart raced as he scanned the titles, searching for a particular book. "I kept the real books down her because of the theifs. Hope you find what you need." The old man said before leaving. Adam searched the books and finally, he found the one he was looking for. He took a seat, opening the weathered volume. Flipping through the pages, he searched for the name of the creature Lyra had described, the one she had mistaken for him.

, the unknown man suggested. “Is that, is that possible?”, asked Adam. “I haven’t tried it before”, the unknown man said honestly. “You think that risk is worth it?”, asked Adam. “Yes”, replied the unknown man. “But what makes you so hesitant?”, asked Adam. “I am not sure if we can go back to normal”, replied the unknown man. “And also, there is only one persona who will prevail. It depends on whose will is the strongest”, added the unknown man. “We do not have much time to think about the consequences, Master”, said Adam.

"There are legends about a book named the book of knowledge, in which someone can open. The book will answer all his questions. Like, all his questions." "How exactly do you know almost everything?" He chuckled, then he whispered near to my ears in a volume that even Damien was able to hear. "You're not the only one running through weird things in that palace." Right after, we started raining one question after another on the book. Again, the weird lightning showered up, and the answers appeared on the empty open page. My first question was quite obvious. I made a point about the first man to wolf, and the answer was like what I would never expect.

(6). Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 6: unspoken connections . *Ace Carlton* Ace sat at his usual spot in the bustling cafeteria, the popular kids in the school spot, a tray of food in front of him, flanked by his two closest friends, Jason and Harper. They were a tight-knit trio, always sharing stories and laughter over lunch. Today, however, something seemed different, and it didn't escape the keen eyes of Jason and Harper.

it felt as if someone had deliberately put a memory block in my head, I just couldn't stand the pain. Another thing that I was really curious about was what everyone's powers looked like. Dangit, I forgot to ask Katy the three major things that I was curious about - one, my disappearance, two, what powers looked like. And the third one which I was late to figure out and which baffled me the most, Evin. Whatever I felt about this person seemed to be rather odd in every way, I did remember a few things but, something didn't match, no, everything matched, but nothing matched. When I thought of him, I felt pain and joy, admiration and hatred, trust, and betrayal, all at once. He was what I would

Whoever he saw, it wasn’t Damian Bernardi. I stood and approached. “Sorry about earlier. My buddy gets handsy when he’s drinking.” Matteo smirked. “No worries, man. You’re good.” I leaned in. “I’m a psychic. Office off the Strip. At least let me give you a reading?” Both men laughed, “Sure, what do you see in my future?” I stared at him, dead in the eyes. “Two blue balls. One dead man, and a right-hand man who didn’t deliver what he promised.”

” I asked quietly. Home. “Home?” I repeated. With him, Nala said. With Kael. The name sent a shiver through me a warmth spread through my chest not fear, not confusion, but recognition. My hands trembled as flashes of memory flickered behind my eyes the forest, the silver moon, two wolves circling one another in light. Him. Always him. Why can’t I control this?” I asked. “Why does it hurt?” Because you are unanchored. The bond has awakened, but you have not sealed it. Without the mark, your power leaks into the world and burns you from the inside out.

It was probably Americans who hid with the codename, and that made things even more difficult, because I couldn't know what the Brotherhood wanted if I couldn't find those people. And there was still the fact of the mysterious man I saw prowling around my backyard the day the notebook arrived. He didn't enter my house, and he didn't seem to have just left it. He just stayed there, in Colton's garden, watching the movement inside my house. And the image of that man chased me all that day while I got ready and went to Suzane's house. I always thought I would end up meeting him on some corner, and I always distracted myself looking for him. I never met him. I never had a chance to find out what

I don't know what for but ugh I don't really care. See you soon- Suddenly my diary was snatched away from my desk as I looked up and glared at the intruder. "Eric, you devil give me that back!" I screamed standing up and started running after my 6-year-old brother who ran with my diary in his hands. "Ah!" He shouted and giggled and ran down the stairs and into the living room. "Eric I'm going to fucking kill you-" I immediately halted when I entered the living room and saw an unfamiliar man sitting on the couch across from where my parents.

the man snickers behind me just as I spot a thin type of log, the end wasn’t too sharp but with force, I knew it would fully take this scum down. I reach over and take the heavy wood in my hand; I didn’t have time to really produce a game plan before I feel him lunge at me once again. I turn around, the sharp piece of the log facing away from me but towards him. I push it forward with as much force as I could, but him throwing his weight at me also helped. The log went straight into his chest further than I thought it would. Instantly, he freezes in place just staring down at me whilst I looked up at him, he moves his head to take a look down to his chest. The log from the pile now sitting r