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The leather was ancient, its edges worn with time, but the golden runes across it still shimmered as though freshly etched. Rael felt a pulse through his sword, a faint recognition. The same feeling he had experienced in the fight—an unspoken connection between the blade and the darkness that had opposed them. His grip tightened. Elior slowly opened the book. The pages within were filled with symbols unlike any they had encountered before, some shifting even as they looked at them. Myrra leaned closer, her eyes narrowing. “This isn’t just a language,” she murmured. “It’s an imprint. A recording of something ancient.”

The moment she placed it on the table, I felt something respond in my chest—a recognition that went deeper than conscious thought. "That book," Lyra said with awe and terror. "It calls to us. It knows what we are." "This," Elder Morrigan said softly, "is the Chronicle of the Golden Wolves. It contains the complete history of your kind, their abilities, their purposes... and their enemies." I stared at the book, feeling drawn to it and terrified of it in equal measure. "Why are you showing me this now?" "Because," Elder Morrigan said, her voice growing grave, "the Shadow Covenant has not faded into obscurity as we hoped. We have received reports of their activities, their interest in the rece

Raff whispers, kissing along my neck. Drelduin purrs and sends a puff of smoke our way. The smoke swirls around us, then over to the Brazier. We watch and I chant the chant found in the family spell book that destroys an enchanted object that was created by anyone in our family. Raff tosses the herbs I asked him to prepare earlier today and, instead of a match, we use the most powerful fire available; Dragon Fire. Drelduin’s body rumbles and he blows a steady and concentrated stream of flames at the object and soon we hear a loud crack followed by what sounds like a scream and a powerful blast of power that knocks Raff and I back. Drelduin’s tail swirls around, stabilizing us, before he shif

My cries echoed off the wooden beams, mixing with the crackle of the fire and the low, approving growls of my conquerors. Hours later, as the fire burned low and cast a soft, intimate glow, they held me nestled between their powerful bodies on the furs. Ragnar’s broad chest served as my pillow, Thorsten’s arm draped possessively over my waist, and Bjorn’s fingers traced lazy patterns along my spine. In these quieter moments, stories flowed freely. They spoke of legendary raids, the favor of the gods, and the loneliness of leadership in their harsh northern world. I shared tales of my Saxon home, the strength of the women who defended it, and the grief of losing my father in battle.

I pressed my lips together and stared around Nathan's empty room, feeling more alone than I ever had in my life. Yes, I had been living with two wolves inside me since I was eight years old. Ivy had always been there, sharp-tongued and brutally honest. But Kael joined her after the incident fourteen years ago, the one that changed everything about my life. I don't know how it happened or what went wrong, but all I know is that I have two wolves in me ever since that day. Living with two separate souls inside my head was complicated on the best of days. Today, it felt like a curse.

There was a table. Books stacked on it. Not like the ones I used to see at home. These looked older. Some of them had markings on the covers I didn’t understand. I walked closer. My fingers hovered over one of them before I touched it. The cover felt rough. Worn. I opened it slowly. The pages were filled with symbols. Not letters. Not words I knew. Shapes. Lines. Things that looked like drawings but weren’t. I frowned. “What is this…?” I flipped a page.

I am afraid but I must fuel my curiosity. My fingers trail over books as I use my eyes to search. “History of the Great Wars. Wolf-Clan Genealogies.” Useless!! In a corner, I find a smaller shelf with older, cracked bindings. One title stands out: Creatures of Myth and Scarcity. I pull it free, coughing at the plume of dust, and sink to the floor in a pool of blue velvet. I open it. Swan Mythology. It is exactly what I am looking for.

"And with me here now you won't be hurt ever again vee, I promise you that" "I hope so" I replied I got up and followed mum to the library, passing Sophie and Jason on my way. They tried to get my attention but I was oblivious to my surroundings and kept on walking. We got to the library and headed straight to the norse mythology section, I raised my eye browse as mum pulled out a rather larger old dusty book about ragnarok. "Ragnarok" I questioned as mum put the book down on the table. "Yeah, I don't know how I didn't make the connections earlier, my grandma used to tell me a story at bed time and thinking about what you have said it is similar"

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

A good place to read and study. After placing my things on the seat, I make my way straight to the mythology section of the library. In this part of the place, you could see different kinds of myths; Greek, Norse, Asian and more. Upon scanning the title of the displayed books, my eyes were caught by a familiar author, Priam. I hurriedly extend my hand to reach for the book, but another hand grab onto it first. I turned my head to the direction of the owner of that hand, it was a man just a little bit inches taller than me.