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I held onto the two bags and smiled back at him as I collect the bags. "Keep your thanks to yourself and leave my camp at once!" He teased, even though he was almost shouting at me. I didn't understand his behaviour towards me at that moment to be antagonistic even though, he was acting weird. I bowed slightly to him and headed once more to my horse. I arranged the two bags on the back of the horse. Unknown to them, I had sneaked out from the hut before I slept last night, to hide the magic book in one of the sacks still untouched on the back of the horse. Effectively, I was able to hide the Magic book from the bandits. Who knows what could have happened if they had found out about it? No on

Diane mumbles, longingly staring at the blood gushing out of David's hand. "Ma, your scent. It's changing." Ezekiel called out, looking at the sky - specifically the moon, worriedly. He signaled his brothers to encircle Diane and the father-son duo. "Ah, yes. Do you want to know something, Pota?" Diane crouched down and forced Tray to look at her. The man shakes in fear at Diane's psycho, murderous expression. "When the clock hits midnight, I don't know what will become of you. Or your son. So why don't you tell me where the money is?!" Diane gripped his hair.

“But whatever it is, someone went to great lengths to keep it hidden down here.” A chill ran down my spine. I met his gaze. “Let me see it.” Kai handed me the heavy book and I quickly scanned the weathered dusty pages. “It looks like a grimoire of some sorts.” I whispered with a thoughtful frown. “To what?” Jin questioned, mirroring my pensive frown. “A magic circle.” I whispered. Hope bloomed my chest as I stared at the faded words. “As long as it is placed in the right location and guided by one, whose blood carries the ancient lineage, a mighty barrier shall rise, shielding all from the dark forces of the hidden family.”

I whispered. "Practice in secret," she warned. "Hide the book well. Not even your closest friends must know." I nodded, heart full. Her hand slipped something into mine; a small black stone, warm to the touch. "Focus your will through this," she said. "It’s not much, but it can serve as a channel. Practice when you can. Hide it well." I closed my fingers around it, feeling the pulse of its magic stir against my skin. "Won't they know?" I asked. "Won’t they feel it?"

“Books don’t bite.” “This one does,” she replies flatly. I reach out, not for the wound, but the book. My hand hovers an inch from the leather before I make contact. The air shifts, growing heavier—charged. The scent of aged parchment, dust, and something older, metallic, fills my nose. “This wasn’t written by the queen,” I murmur. “This was hidden by her. But the magic inside… it’s not hers. It’s older. Deeper.” Theo folds his arms, frowning. “Older than the queen’s magic?”

My voice didn’t shake. “It can be done,” she said. “Scent dulled, shape altered, voice tuned. But there is a cost: when your blood touches your skin, the magic will loosen its grip, and cease to work when your blood comes during the moon. In those nights, caution is your only cloak.” I weighed it for a heartbeat, then nodded. “I accept.” “So be it.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what it means.” Professor Mansfield’s expression tightened. “I cannot tell you what I do not yet know.” “You recognized it.” “Yes.” “You turned pale.” “That was recognition, not understanding.” Chrissy glanced at the moonstone hidden beneath my collar. “What did you recognize it from?” “An account of concealment magic written before the current pack territories existed. It is kept in a restricted collection.” “Someone mentioned that you owned old books about ancient magic,” I said. Professor Mansfield’s gaze snapped back to mine.

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.

Just as Brent had suspected, Dexter had hidden the tome in a secret compartment under his mattress. "It's blank," Everest said, flipping through the pages. I took the book, and as I did, the pages sprang to life, filled with ancient spells and magical knowledge. "No, it's not. It's full of information." Miranda's eyes widened as she examined the book. "This is incredible. Old world magic, spells, potions... Dexter must have been terrified of what this could do." We hurried back to the underground chamber, Miranda and I carefully placing our hands on the book's cover. Together, we recited the words, watching as the chains binding the prisoners clattered to the ground.

I settle in my jeep, a yellow baby I bought for myself around three years ago, and drive to my apartment. I change into a more comfortable outfit. I put on a classic high-waist dark skinny jeans and match it with a white cropped sweater with a pair of heels. I clip my bob to the side. There's a knock on the apartment door and I open it to reveal Mr. Henderson. "Oh you're here" I say and hand him the keys to the jeep, selling it. "Yes, and here is your payment" he says, handing me $15,000 in cash, wrapped in a yellow envelope.