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Words that… words that a madman said to try to flood our lands with evil. The original book was full of magic–ancient magic. Dark and endless. It stole parts of his soul every time he said words he didn’t understand. But I understand these words as I crack the pages–printed in neat ink on simple printer paper, not weathered, yellowing papyrus. Misty’s scribbles leave indents in pen under the printed symbols–a translation done to the best of her abilities. I have to trust her. She’s the brightest mind of the family, but if she got one single translation wrong… and I say it?

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I mumbled, getting annoyed at the mere fact that I heard his voice the moment I was celebrating his absence. It made me feel how wrong I was and how Luca's presence would always glue to me even though he was absent. Deciding to enjoy the few hours I had, I sat comfortably on the sliding bench. The bright ray of the warm sun shone onto my skin, emitting a dark orange glow. TINT by Morrison Ishanique was the title of my book, written by a Jamaican author. It was my first ever Jamaican read, and though the language barrier, I still understood a little of every word. It was all thanks to my interest in languages too.

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Something strange happens in Rafe's house, especially in Luna's room. A very old magic book, the Grimoire, opens by itself. The room feels even stranger when ghostly laughter is heard. Then suddenly a clear sentence breaks the silence. "I must hurry with this plan," says a mysterious voice, and then the Grimoire disappears as if it had never been there. The story moves to the wilds of Borneo, a different and secret place. Here many helicopters, supported by air force planes, are searching for something important.

His touch and his voice were the only light in the dark. ~*~ Today was different. There was no darkness. There was no pain. There were no voices nor touches. There was light. Blinding, white light. I was glad to have that light after a long time of darkness. But the light was far away. It was like a dot from somewhere far. It was a horizontal spotlight. And it was calling me. So I ran towards it like a dog running to get his bones. The light started to grow bigger. And bigger. And bigger. As it does, it started to sting—my eyes started to sting. At first I feared I was going blind. So I stopped for a moment. Contemplated. However, there was no time to think. A painful spark exploded in my ch

The symbols on the obelisk seem to be pulsing in a particular pattern, almost like they're showing me a way up. I take a closer look, trying to memorize the pattern. It's almost like a staircase, with each symbol lighting up in a sequence. I take a deep breath and reach out a hand, placing it on the first symbol. The pulsing intensifies, and I feel a jolt of energy pass through me. The symbol slides out, like a handhold on a climbing wall. For a long moment, the five of us just stare at it. "Another pattern," Damon murmurs. "Like the river of lava."

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“My name is Ryder Williams, future alpha of the Blue Crescent pack.” My jaw dropped. A future alpha? I’ve been arguing with a future alpha? Oh God, this was bad. Man, I should’ve never wondered if this day could get worse. I tempted Fate, and she answered. Perhaps I deserve to be called Missy Mistake after all. “Oh,” was my brilliant response after a moment of mental scrambling. I tried to remember everything Harry told me about alphas. My gaze lowered and I pulled my shoulders in close to me to seem smaller and less threatening. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…”

Elara looked out of the window in a daze. “That means he lives his life on survival mode.” Mr Hanover glanced at her briefly. “Exactly.” Elara leaned back into her seat, the weight of it all pressing down on her. “Why is the world so miserable?” After a brief silence,Mr Hanover spoke up. “That's by the way. Let's get to the reason we are here.” Then he stretched to the back and retrieved a file. Elara sat straight. She had almost forgotten. “You asked for the details of VX entertainment.” Mr Hanover spoke while carefully untying the file before handing it over to her.