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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."

Its white mask slowly disappeared. Beneath it... there was no monster. Only an ordinary face. Tired. Ancient. Almost human. It lowered its head. "So..." "The Author has remembered." Its body faded into light. The remaining masks vanished with it. Silence returned. The First Study stopped trembling. The lantern's flame changed back to gold. The White Book gently floated into Adrian's hands. New words slowly appeared across its cover. CHAPTER ONE HAS ENDED. The First Reader smiled. Not with relief...

I looked around—Matteo, Adonis, Dante, Dom—they were all gone. My eyes shifted to another table, only to notice the boy from earlier, Aleksandr, crouching beside a table, his hand covered in blood. I rushed to him. Panic and fear filled him when he saw me, but he didn’t make a move. “It’s not my blood,” he blurted. “Whose blood is it, then?” “There was a man, wounded. I tried to help him and he pushed me away and ran.”

Lore of Elm" from Ryzinka?" The name Ryzinka felt familiar to me, as if I've been there before, so I nodded my head. "I see. But... The book is cursed. Do you still want it?" His question sounded almost like a joke to me. I started to crack open my lower jaw to form a ghoulish smile, the way I always do to my victim before indulging them into an endless nightmare. The man looked fascinated by the opening of my lower jaw. "So you're trying to tell me that you are also cursed, huh?"

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

Zelena. I opened my eyes slowly. The sun was already shining brightly through the window. I reached my arm behind me and felt around the bed. I sat up quickly and looked around the room. Gunner wasn’t there. I took a deep breath and yawned stretching my arms out. Wait, my chest didn’t hurt. I twisted my back from side to side waving my arms in the air, my ribs didn’t hurt at all. I got up from the bed and walked around the room, still no pain. I noticed the bookshelf and decided to take a look. There were so many books, some with older worn covers and others newer looking. I picked up a small red book and read the cover ‘A Lycanthropy Reader; WEREWOLVES IN WESTERN CULTURE’. I flicked through