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Fenrir, whose courage had carried him through countless wars, found his hands trembling. "What..." His voice caught. "...was that?" The Moon Goddess kept her gaze fixed upon the crimson eclipse. "The First Fear." Killian frowned. "I don't understand." She took a slow breath. "You have learned where grief came from." She looked toward Lumen. "You have learned where loneliness came from." Her eyes drifted upward again. "But long before either existed... there was fear." The Book of Origins floated from Celestia's hands. Though its final page had been burned away, a new image appeared upon its cover. It showed an endless sea of silver light. Within that sea stood the Moon Goddess, alone, before

Countless shelves lined with weathered books and scrolls stretched into the distance, promising untold secrets and forgotten wisdom. They made their way through the labyrinthine aisles, their eyes scanning the titles and searching for any mention of Lycans or black magic. Dust danced in the rays of sunlight that filtered through stained glass windows, lending an ethereal quality to their journey. Finally, they discovered a section dedicated to ancient legends and forbidden knowledge. The books here were wrapped in worn leather, their pages delicate and yellowed with age. Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of

I was sure. I sighed and flipped it open again, running my fingers across the stiff old pages. The writing inside was tiny, neat, and definitely older than anything I had ever seen in Father’s library. Each chapter had illustrations of different beasts, creatures I’d only heard whispers of. Gargoyles, gnomes that were alive, serpent women and even sirens. None of these existed though… or did they? I could feel my head throbbing from an oncoming headache so I just shut the book and stared at the ceiling of my room.

Even monsters were on high alert. “What are those?” Everyone was stunned. They can’t tell whether it’s enemies or not. They could see thousands of creatures rushing towards them. Fear crept into their soul. There were huge and small venomous scorpions, giant ants, gigantic and smaller snakes, winged black horses who were breathing fire, wild wolves, flaming lions, an ambush of ferocious tigers, gigantic eagles, and other flying creatures. When they realize where those creatures came from sends goosebumps to everyone. Those creatures are from Madag Forest, the most dangerous forest in the world. The magic users thought the creatures would attack and eat them, but they were wrong because the c

Each drop sends ripples of dread coursing through her veins as if the darkness itself whispers its threats in response to her fear. From the shadows, the monster finally reveals itself—a twisted creature born from nightmares, part wolf and part shadow, with glowing yellow eyes that pierce through the gloom. It circles her, the sinewy muscles rippling beneath its darkened fur, giving life to the terrifying grace of its movements. As it prowls, something within her stirs—a whisper of recognition, an echo of the pack's curse that coils around her heart like the tendrils binding her.

I had spent more than thirty minutes just reading a single page, and it was driving me insane realizing it was only the introduction I had managed to get through. Because of how stressed I was, I found myself absentmindedly clicking the button of the device in my free hand, momentarily forgetting its actual purpose. Usually, I would have just handed this off to someone else to translate, but Ragnar wasn’t stupid. He would start asking questions. And right now, questions were the last thing I needed. So I had to deal with this myself. The book was about ancient creatures, ones that had gone extinct centuries ago. Creatures like blood wraiths, banshees, vampires, skin-walkers, and soul eaters,

He jerked off his body and almost fell off from his horse, roaming eyes around him. 'Who said that?' he thought. The Commander of his army, Panther, was fighting close to him, growls of bloodlust for the enemies coming from his mouth. His red eyes were enough to scare someone normal, his roars were more violent, the swinging of his sword was proving that he was a living monster in the mankind. "It is me," the voice whispered again. Moriah sighed with frustration, though the voice seemed familiar as if he heard that mysterious voice before. "I am the Lord of Life."

"Shouldn't something be said about this?" "Seven kinds of supernatural monster blood, as solicitation by Professor Simpkin of White Rose Academy. He said he got an antiquated book that point by point a formula for a mixture that necessary the blood of these supernatural monsters. He needed to check whether he could orchestrate the mixture referenced in the book," made sense of Lorist. Just now did Charlando notice the little names at the lower part of the compartments, with names of different supernatural monsters, including, Dark-gold Pythons, Greenback Direwolf, Dark-scaled Rhinoceros, and so forth.