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This book was Malison's. "Gosh! How did it get there?" He slammed. "And how do I get it back?" He lamented. The mind of the girl beside him was distorted with fear, "Can I go get it?" She asked. "Can you..?" "I can try." With the guards and everyone else still in a deep sleep, the girl strode to the bookshelf to get the book, and she clutched it tightly, but the book was gone in a blink. A sharp blow to her back left her disoriented, but Laney saw no one around. He closed his painful eyes, took a deep breath, opened his eyes and took the book in his hands, using the magic words linked to him by Malison.

Even if he had some strength, he would not be able to make any big waves. The two entered the library. Kate led Andrius to a particular bookshelf and reached up to grab a secret manual from the highest shelf. It was the ‘Records of Profundity’. “This is the one.” Kate handed the book to Andrius. Andrius took the book but did not immediately start reading it. “Can I take a look around here and check out some of these ancient manuals?” Andrius pointed to the numerous ancient books on the shelves and asked. “No problem.” Kate naturally did not refuse.

Now, all that lingered were whispers of a life she may never reclaim. The car gradually came to a halt as they neared the entrance of a secluded driveway, anticipation hanging in the air. Catalina’s breath hitched as she beheld the mansion looming against the darkened sky. It stood like a sentinel, its intricate iron gates and formidable stone walls exuding an aura of strength and foreboding. The car glided forward, tires whispering against the gravel as the gates creaked open, revealing a world filled with unspoken promises. As the car came to a halt, the man next to her clasped her arm—not with aggression, but with a steady grip that conveyed the futility of defiance. She faltered a bit as

Tasha and I will be rewarded the points even if I was the only one who found it, and I had no problem with that. Then I made a move to run back to the tent when I was stopped by the sight of a scary, old man who had a fork tongue and fangs. He was ten steps away from me, and I was intimidated by his scary look. If I were a kid, I would have peed on my pants. “Give me the gem.” The old man said in a raspy voice which sent chills down my spine. “B…but I found it and need t.to submit it.” I replied in fear, watching the old man well, in case he was going to pounce on me.

I said, waving the delivery slip like it was incriminating. Tatiana plucked it from my hand and studied it. “That’s weird,” Constance mused. “Did they miscount?” “It says they were bought in-store,” Tatiana pointed out. “Portland, of all places.” “Wait.” Daphne ’s brows shot up. “He went all the way to Portland to buy you nine hundred and ninety-nine books?” I let my head fall back against the empty shelf. “Because a thousand books make a library.” Daphne slapped her forehead. “Oh my God. That’s why you’re one short.”

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

The bartender’s eyes immediately glazed over before it returned to its original state. Perfect. “I am here for a necromancy spellbook,” I stated before I pulled out an envelope full of cash. The bartender nodded and walked away. I guess I am supposed to follow him now. Shortly after he walked away, I followed him, and we came upon a library full of dusty old books. There was a magical block in front of the books which prevents anyone from just walking in and taking them. These books are usually cursed and upon successfully stealing them, you are then possessed by a force that makes you return the object. Upon returning it, you will be prosecuted indefinitely.

As the man allowed Nathania and Keith to enter a very deserted bookstore after weeks of being closed according to royal regulations. The shop wasn't very big, but the books inside were plentiful and neatly arranged on the shelves. The man took a drawing book and a brown box containing three pencils, an eraser and a small knife. "If you want books and drawing tools, I only have these!" said the old man as he handed her the book and box in his hand. "It's okay, I just need this. How much do I have to pay?" "No, you don't have to pay for it. Just take it, it's old stuff!"

The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin. This should disgust me, he thought. But his hands were already opening the book. The first page bore a warning in faded ink: "Beware the bond that cannot be broken, for it will remake both hunter and hunted." Nathan's pulse hammered in his throat. He shouldn't be here. He should— A floorboard creaked upstairs. Nathan snapped the book shut and tucked it under his arm. Decision made. He'd steal it if he had to. Whatever this was, he needed to know.

I say slowly, glancing at the stack in his arms. “Looks like that’s going well.” He winces. “Well… technically I didn’t buy these.” “No?” “Rachel bought them for me.” Pause. “Although technically I did buy a few books for her too.” I raise an eyebrow. “That sounds like a pretty obvious foul.” He shrugs. “The rules around book bans are… somewhat vague.” “Intentionally vague?” He points at me like I’ve just solved a puzzle. “Now you’re catching on.” I grin.