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He stills and then stands, his hands to his mouth. “Holy fucking hell.” Morpheus rolls his eyes and nods, “Told you, obvious when you actually look.” He opens up his book again and goes back to reading. Eliza looks between the two of them, “I’m assuming you can’t tell me.” Sol tilts his head and groans; he runs his fingers through his hair and turns away from her to pace. “Okay then. Morpheus, is there a book here I’m allowed to read?” He smiles and nods. He clicks his fingers and a book appears on the coffee table. She raises an eyebrow but nods and picks it up. It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine,

Peter said as she smiled. "That's my man" she said as she took the phone from Elena. "I need a book. I'm gonna decipher it on a book. I'm too scared to read it out. What's written there is scary. I'll write it on a book and give it to you guys. I think that book came from hell" Bonnie said as Laura brought a book from her bag and handled it to her. "Bonnie, what's the meaning of In libro de morte?" Elena asked remembering when Laura's grandpa told them about a book like that and they saw that same name on sarah's journal.

Erick and Alina’s Great Escape Alina “I am so done with this!” I slammed the humongous book shut and would’ve thrown it across the room if I had the strength to lift the damn thing. Emiel pushed his spectacles down his nose to witness my tantrum before burying his nose back into another book. He didn’t really need the spectacles, vampires being unable to have any diseases unless they were magically induced, but Emiel apparently likes to look nerdy.

Its position afforded the clerk an easy view of the entire space, should he choose to look. I stared in disbelief at the tattoos of vampires that looked to be covering most of the clerk’s arms and neck and wondered if he had them on the rest of his body as well. He looked annoyed at our interrupting his reading when Shen handed Stevenson’s note to him. He grudgingly pointed to a door in the back corner without saying a word before burying his face back into the pages of what looked to be a horror novel.

My curiosity piqued as I picked it up, and I stifled a gasp when I realized what it was. It wasn’t futile, after all. I found it. That was the journal I was looking for, and I knew from the first page. I stood up immediately and flipped through the pages. The top of the journal was half burnt and had so many sentences missing from the pages, but I could still make out a few words. I didn’t stop flipping until I saw what I was searching for. My eyes widened when I saw what he’d written, and my chest tightened at the name he’d chosen.

“Any progress?” He scratched the back of his head, coming towards me. “The combination of runes and potions is difficult to understand because we haven’t faced it before but thankfully…” He pulled out the Book of the Undead—a shiver tingling my spine on sighting it—and opened it to the blank page… except it wasn’t so much of a blank page anymore. Faded, undetectable words, were displaying it and my heart leaped. “…you have me.” “How long will it take?” My head was spinning and I had to hold the table down to not fall.

In anger and rage, his eyes turned completely red and he disappeared from everyone's sight with the speed of light. "Have you found that thing for which you came here?" Moroi Ace Denzell stood behind Ms. Anastasia and said in a low voice, "It's very rude. Don't steal like this when the family is not in the house. Very bad manners." Hearing his voice, Ms. Anastasia got scared, and the book fell from her hands. "Hey, you are faster than I thought," he picked up the book that fell on the ground and read the name of the book in a loud voice. "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves by Witch Rosaline."

The process repeated until the creature made it towards the reception desk. "How may I help you?" Noel asked cheerfully. His eyes occasionally glanced at the long hands of the inhumanely being. That creature moved it's long arm and placed a piece of paper on the table. On the paper some words were written in scribbling. It said... LORE OF ELM Noel raised his eyebrows. "Do you mean, lore of elm from Ryzinka?" The creature slowly nodded. Noel pondered for a few while. "Sir, the book that you requested is a cursed one. Are you fine with that?"

I don't know why he doesn't attack, if in the past he protected me. "Don't wish for the necromancer to help you. Necromancers can never attack me for they are under the darkness which is my blood and my power. You'll meet your death, mortal girl," Margarett said with a smile and her tongue My eyes widened when his tongue suddenly turned into a snake ready to peck at me. My nervousness was uncontrollable and I just closed my eyes when the snake bit me on the neck.

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor