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I couldn't leave the girls alone, unaware of the threat lingering around. "Ana." Jaxon's call halted me again. I heard his footsteps near before a book was stretched to me. "Read this, and you'll have all your answers." *** Sitting in the small table in our kitchen with a large mug of coffee, I pulled out the book from my backpack. Dark color, leather binding and bold golden title; it was the same book Mr. Valerious took away from me in the library. The book of the forbidden creatures of night. It looked old, yet neat enough to know it had always been taken care of. Greatly.

"I think I will go for the romance novel for now." After breakfast, Jessica tugged into her room. This is my first time in her room. I glanced at the bed; the pillows were propped up against the headboard. A book was face down in the middle of the bed. I grinned and pointed to it "What’s the name of the novel you’re reading?” I asked. "Nightfalls, it’s a mystery novel." "Ohh, I thought you said you only have romance, streamy, and horror." "That novel ain’t mine, I spotted it in the library and decided to spend the night reading it." She admitted

Nobody breathed. Because that voice didn’t feel like the Dreamer’s. It didn’t feel like the Witness’s. It didn’t feel like anything that belonged to reality. 💀 ⸻ It felt… Outside. ⸻ 🌙 The Name Appears The black book trembled violently. 📖🖤 The glowing page continued writing itself. Slowly. Letter by letter. ⸻ AUTHOR ⸻ The final symbol appeared. ⚡ ⸻ Then every light inside the library died.

“We’ll start with that tomorrow. Tonight, I need to go over my father’s notebook again. There’s something I’m missing - I can feel it.” Later that night, the triplets insisted on staying with Nicola as she reviewed her father’s notebook. She sat cross-legged on the bed, the worn leather-bound book resting on her lap while the triplets hovered nearby, their presence a comforting barrier against the darkness outside. Nicola traced her fingers over the familiar handwriting, flipping through the pages slowly. Her father’s meticulous notes detailed countless historical events, strange creatures, and cryptic warnings about power struggles within the pack. But it wasn’t until she reached the final

This whole thing was becoming messy and it’s my cue to do something before I lose control again. Last night after the long day we had, we were tired and got into the bed immediately but I couldn’t sleep so I went to the balcony. That was when I realized I had gotten some signal, it wasn’t full but it was enough to make a call to Jeff after which I loaded my emails. June’s message was part of the ones that loaded but I decided to wait till morning.

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

I'm quiet because I actually feel guilty about all of this, I feel like I would have been able to do something. “No, that's not it, mom. I'm not scared of the news, and I will not get any nightmares,” I say and mom smiles. “Goodnight honey!” mom says and I wave, “Goodnight mom,” I say. She flips my light switch off and darkness floods the entire room. I turn off my phone and now I'm in absolute darkness, the kind of darkness where I can't even tell whether I'm lying or standing. After a few seconds of counting sheep, I fade. into my subconscious, gradually.

' He replied. As she heard this, she turned to me and yelled at me, 'you're leaving your school for the hospital tomorrow and you are also grounded for weeks'. I turned back to my room to read the book BLACK CULTS and thinking about what to do when the black cults arrives the next night. I couldn't let go of the book if it's was has been bringing the black cults to me because it's the most interesting novel I've ever read. The chapter I read that night was the seventeenth call The Gem. I went asleep while reading the part where the black cult has to look for a gem.

She approached it cautiously, her heart pounding with anticipation. "This book... it feels important," she said, reaching out to touch it. The moment her fingers made contact with the cover, the symbols flared to life, casting a brilliant light throughout the room. Kai, Allan, Lila, and Seraphina gathered around Alex as she carefully opened the book. The pages were filled with intricate drawings and cryptic text, written in a language none of them recognized. As they studied the book, a sense of urgency washed over them, as if the knowledge contained within was both powerful and dangerous.

She felt as if she were outside of herself, looking down, and she became more and more confused. She read. And read. And read. Finally, it hit her like a lightning bolt: this book, it was hers. Her journal. The journal of a teenage girl. A story of coming of age. Of going back in time. Of falling in love with a man named Caleb. Of having a daughter named Scarlet. Of becoming a vampire. She wondered if she were losing her mind. Was this some sort of practical joke? Some sort of fantasy she’d had as a young girl? What was it doing here? How did her grandmother have it? And why was she only drawn to open it now, at this time?