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I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

Every glowing red book on Serith’s bookshelf represented the Serithian wars that had been fought over all these centuries. Blank pages and words that wrote our accursed fates to lift a curse ages old. Sixty wars were written by sixty different Messiahs and Saints, but the rest six were for us to write. Every pale book between the red books were the records of a time period that existed between two Serithian wars. My sixth war ended today, the sixty-sixth book should end today. I walked beside Zephyr, who was peering at the sixty-sixth book. It was opened at its last blank page, but words weren’t appearing on it.

I browsed the shelves, and I read the titles. Into the fire, A firsthand Account of the extraordinary Battle in Afghan War by Dakota Meyer, Bing West 500 Days, Secrets and Lies in the Terror Wars- Kurt Eichenwald The War for crown and Empire There are all sorts of books about wars here. I paused in front of a book that I deemed the most interesting. I pulled it out of the shelf and stared at it, contemplating whether to get on with it or not. I can choose a much thinner book… The 33 Strategies of War- Robert Greene

He kept his hand close to the Veilblade, though he dared not draw it unless necessary. The journey was quiet at first, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Even Myrra, who usually filled the silence with sharp observations, remained unreadable. It was Rael who finally broke the stillness. “So,” he said, keeping his voice low. “What exactly do we know about Dawnfire? Other than the whole ‘history was rewritten in blood’ thing.” Myrra glanced at him. “That is what we know. The war that ended there was so catastrophic that even records of it were erased.”

I burst into their apartment and came to a hard stop. In the living room, Cairh Moirant's family was seated amongst others and right there in the middle was Cairh, holding onto the hand of the beautiful redhead female next to him, Anya. My heart stopped. Anya? She was nearly pack royalty... her father was Beta to the recently deceased Pack Alpha. I stared at their entwined hands as I stepped forward, my chest hurting so much it felt like my heart was bleeding itself out of my body. "Cairh... what is going on?" My voice shook despite my resolve to remain strong.

he nodded. I slightly smiled, thinking that he wants me to live peacefully and away from any harm but i can't help but ask too. What was he thinking earlier? "In our world, wars happen too. Vampires to vampires. Werewolves to vampires." He looked at me straight in the eyes. "Right now, it's not safe there. I want you to live peacefully." I pouted when i thought of something. "Can a mere human enter your world?" He blinked at me repeatedly and shook his head to himself. "Huh?"

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.

Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.

He nodded once and left. --- The warehouse district was all concrete and shadows, the kind of place where business was conducted away from prying eyes. Dante arrived to find his men had already secured five of Caruso's soldiers, forced to their knees in the center of the warehouse floor. He approached them slowly, jacket removed, sleeves rolled up. All business. "You made a mistake," he said simply. The man in the center, older, with a scar across his cheek—sneered. "The only mistake was you thinking the Valerios could hold the Eastern routes. That territory should be ours."