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Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

Books. Not just any books. Ancient, strange, beautiful. Stacks wrapped in velvet, some stitched with silver thread, others etched with runes. A few seemed to whisper when I passed, a faint hum brushing against my thoughts. One in particular caught me—its thick leather cover smelled like old magic and wild wind. I knelt down, brushing my fingers across it as though it might breathe. Then I saw him. Caspian.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

This novel explores a fantasy world of benders, except when you think that's lame and unexciting, ask yourself: have you ever seen a fire bender who can command nuclear weapon with a swift hand movement, channels the energy of life from a human to himself? Ooh, does that grab your attention? The main character of this sorry is Liliana Rosalyn. I love her so much, and I hope you guys find her intriguing as well. She captures the personality I want for you. Now, I put in my all into this book so please engage with it. I welcome corrections as well. This is book one of 10 books. Let me give you a snippet of the first five books. First book: Benders and humans. Second book: Vampires and humans.

But she… she was beyond anything I had prepared for. I ran a finger along the spines of the books, sliding past titles in languages I didn’t recognize, scripts older than kingdoms, runes that whispered to one another. One tome fell into my hands, its cover warm under my touch, vibrating faintly as if alive. I opened it, and the pages exhaled a scent like aged honey. The text scrolled across the page, weaving histories of bloodlines that bled power, lineage that could bend reality.

Those three chests had been enough to make Maurice look good. Now, however, there were far more than three chests. Maurice was already greedily eyeing the chests as if they were his. Meanwhile, Camilla's eyes gleamed as she ran to the chests and opened one at random. The items inside sparkled under the sun—they were all precious treasures. She couldn't help but take a huge pearl and balance it on her palm. "This is gorgeous, Mo. Can you give it to me?" "Of course. I'll give you whatever you want, Cami," Maurice said.

I didn’t know what magic smelled like, but this room felt like it had some. I stepped inside slowly, looking around like the brave warrior princess I pretended to be when I played with my dolls. So many books. Stacks and stacks of them, tall and wide and thick and dusty. I touched one of the shelves, my fingers dragging over the wooden surface until I stopped in front of one really old-looking book with gold edges. The title was shiny. “The Flare Witches.” Oooooh. That sounded cool.

Books about herbs, waters, potions, magic and all sorts of healing techniques, along with history books were my favorite reads and luckily for me this dusty, abandoned library was chock full of em. I slide a finger over the spine of the book I was reading currently, suddenly an image of Zander sliding his finger up and down my spine yesterday night suddenly invaded my mind. I groan and drag the book out it's position on the shelf and walk over to the small chair and desk set up by the window to read. And yet even as I attempt to absorb the meaningful words of information my mind is invaded once again by a certain green eyed Prince.

It seemed to radiate a faint magical aura. Curiosity getting the better of them, Alex picked up the book. Its cover was adorned with intricate runes and symbols, and the title read, "The Chronicles of Destiny: A Hero's Journey." The pages within were filled with tales of chosen heroes who had risen to face great challenges. As they read through the stories, a sense of connection and purpose washed over Alex. It was as if these heroes from different realms were speaking directly to them, urging them to embrace their own destiny. With the book in hand, Alex sought the wisdom of the town's sage, Mrs. Evelyn, known for her knowledge of the mystical and arcane. She lived in a cozy cottage on the

the book opened without any resistance. "Wow," Feng took it from him. "It's alchemy basics one! Wren!!! Your mum had this. he gingerly took the book and looked at the label. It's the first edition! It's super rare. It's said to have a lot of spirit-level pill recipes. Even legendary ones," he happily browsed through the contents. Wren was more than happy to hand it over to Feng. He was not interested in alchemy, and did not wish to pursue that.