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a shaky voice spoke up from the back of the room. I turned my head. A very old, frail archivist stepped forward, trembling slightly under my intense gaze. "The Blackwood line has existed for centuries, my King," the old man stammered, clutching a stack of notes to his chest. "Long before the Eastern Kingdom outlawed blood magic, your ancestors fought against it. There are rumors of an ancient text. A grimoire written by the first Northern healers. It contains a specific, highly concentrated ritual designed to sever a parasitic tether by suppressing the host's magic instantly, without harming the victim."

“I'll find you a grilmor and a Scarlet Witch so do what you have to…” Nicklaus casually mentioned surprising the poor witch for the second time in one day…. “But.. that's….” Celine didn't know how to explain this to him.. A witch’s grimoire isn't something you could easily find or buy from the Market. It is a rare book of elders which contains powerful spells including Blackmagic.. This book has been lost for years after an Elder hid it somewhere no one would ever find it..

A thick, weathered book lay open before her, its yellowed pages vibrating slightly. She spoke in a low, melodic voice: “Estra me seish kruel. Estes ses seish kruel. Hillma re kuvena celin. Oshrma celin.” The candles flickered wildly, and the air in the room grew colder. ‘That’s black magic!’ Naila’s voice rang sharply in my mind. I stiffened. ‘How do you know that?’ ‘It’s written on the book’s spine. That’s a forbidden spellbook.’

It had a black thick leather cover and a golden seal on its top. “The Crow.” Lelia said, and a book with a bright red cover appeared in her palms. She turned to a page where the history and image of the crow was shown. Janeka got her mind back to why they were here and what they were going to defeat. “I see your mind is caught up with the black book.” Lelia said, chewing her lips. “That's what we want, isn't it?” Janeka said.

Xavier took her with him into an inner room where a large black book hovered in the air, surrounded with black smoke. "This is the Grimoire?",she asked in a whisper. It looked strange. And what was with the black smoke enveloping it? "It is",Xavier nodded. "The one you have been looking for" Layla took slow steps towards it and reached out tentatively. She touched the hard cover of the book and it fell into her arms. The book was thick and heavy, with a heavy stone at the front. She turned the book over, trying to open it . But it didn't budge. Maybe Ren would have an idea about opening it, she thought.

"Wait—wait—FUCK, STOP! There’s a book—there’s a fucking book, alright?!" I paused. "What kind of book, Deo?" "Black book. Handwritten. Every shell company, every offshore account, every cop, every judge the Lombardis paid off in the last fifteen years.” That got my attention, I tilted my head, “Where?” “Villa Cattaneo. Safe in the wine cellar. Hidden behind the third barrel from the left. It’s wired. Laser trip. You need a code and a fingerprint. Rino’s fingerprint.” I let out a low whistle, then I circled behind him, leaned in so close he could feel my breath on his bloodied ear.

I picked it up and studied it. Black and red; it must have been made from cooled magma or something. A pentagram design drew my eyes first and an unreadable, infernal script covered the band. I could tell Kenton thought it was awesome, but he knew better than to voice that opinion in front of me. Meanwhile, Roderick examined a bookshelf. There weren’t many tomes in it, but it had caught his attention. He ran his fingers along the spines and tilted his head to read the titles. “Books on Demonology,” he muttered.

"Let us start from the open shelves once more." She went back to looking, this time taking her time and being meticulous. She was captivated by a book with a black cover. It was the first book she had come across with such a cover, so she carefully took it out and brushed the dust off of it. “It looked untouched for months.” She opened it and began reading it slowly. "This is the book." Her eyes widened as she attentively read it. "This is the butterfly symbol and Nathan's royal seal," she sighed, relieved that she had finally gotten what she desired.

“Open it.” Nico reached under the console and withdrew a velvet-lined box. The same one that was on the screen. He set it on the table and flicked the clasp. Inside, a single chess piece lay on its side: a knight, carved from onyx. Beside it was a folded slip of card. He slid the card to Nero. Nero opened it with a thumb, eyes flicking once across the line. “‘Check,’” he read aloud, the word drained of surprise, of anything but cold interest. “Cute,” he added, turning the card around to see if there was anything on the back.

“There have been abnormal pack activities near some of Blakemore’s allies. There is a pack named Nubinero which has had ideas of grandeur lately. It has far reaches and is trafficking werecreatures. And when trying to understand their machinations, information about the Faes had come to light. But it’s vague at most. We will not stand for trafficking of our kin. We will not let down our allies in need either. But we need to know what we are about to get ourselves into, before ramifications further than anticipated strangles us from behind.” “Aye,” sighed Killian. “Well said. I don’t know about this Nubinero pack, but I’ve heard of some others. Go get Fergal,” he asked Lorcan. Lorcan rose, in