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This journey for Ireland and Oliver is over. Thank you all for your support and love. Below is the first chapter of my book Living With His Mark. This will be Olivia's story. I hope you all enjoy! I will not mark this book as complete until all editing is complete. Chapter One- (Olivia POV)

And Ophelia saw some truth in his words. "What's your name?" Ophelia inquired, folding her arms across her chest. "Gabe, my lady," "Gabe, you're right." Ophelia observed him for a moment before turning to face him properly, "and what do you have to show me? A bread full of cum, I assume? Since you men tend to slip cum into everything." Gabe scoffed before pointing over at a book that sat a few meters away from them. "A novel?" Excitement took over Ophelia immediately and she rushed to grab the book, it never crossed her mind she would find any book on the ship.

The page he had opened was burnt off. “This is the second book with Odette that has a page missing just when it's about to become about her!” he declared, the tone of his voice increasing in irritation. My heart dropped to my stomach once more as I quickly flipped through the pages of the book in my hands. But just as Cassian had observed, the pages of the book with me were also burnt off at the page that was supposed to be about Odette… “No… No…” I mumbled as I quickly started flipping through the rest of the books.

" Well, not everything was burned into ashes... There was a book that the fire couldn't burn. The book is protected by some sort of spells - we tried to reach for the help of witches, but none of them was able to figure how to open it, neither read it. The book is writing in Mycenaean Greek - the most ancient attested form of the Greek language, on the Greek mainland and Crete in Mycenaean Greece (16th to 12th centuries BC)." " Can I have a look at that book?" Asked Chris, and she nodded while looking for the book she was talking about. Somehow it feels wrong to gain someone's trust only to trick him, or kill him in our case. But seeing the thing those people have done to my kind, yet still

She held out the book to Noah, wanting to part with it as soon as possible. Noah gladly took it before he turned to her. “Want to switch?” he said holding out his book. “It’s about a hero fighting to change the world.” Ophelia eyed the book hesitantly, wondering if another fairytale would poke another of her fresh wounds. In the end, she took it. Losing her mind for even a second while reading was a better bargain than leaving it to misery to be consumed. She eyed the hardcover allowing her fingers to trace the embroidered title.

I pressed it gently, and a small compartment creaked open. Inside was a worn, leather-bound book. Dust covered it like a veil. On the front, the faint outline of a moon glimmered when the light hit it. The Moon Book. Jorge had once mentioned it...the old records of prophecies and bloodlines. I thought it was just one of his old stories meant to keep me hopeful during the worst nights. I sat on the nearest chair, brushing the dust away. The leather was cracked, soft at the corners. My fingers trembled as I opened it.

“Eirik, I promise it’s okay.. I know you have to go.” --------------------------------------------------—---- I sit on the floor with the book sprawled open across my lap, the early morning light turning its brittle pages gold beneath my fingers. It smells like time, if that even makes any sense, like old parchment with something a little metallic mixed in-between. There are diagrams that look like spiderwebs spun out of ink and symbols that make my brain vibrate if I stare at them for too long. I don’t know what I expected—answers maybe. But this book is a map written in a language I feel is familiar but I can’t place it.

I moved away from it. “Scaredycat,” Vlarr sneered. I glared at him, daring him to repeat himself. I felt Barlas's eyes on me–cold like ice. I stopped myself from looking into them. There was something unnerving about the way his eyes glowed tonight. “Begin,” his voice rumbled. I saw Orchid produce a book out of thin air. I recognized it. It was the same old book with worn-out cover that she'd been studying the night Zonda had been caught.

Alexander was surprised because with the entirety of the space, there is only a jade bed, on top of the Jade bed was a book made from unknown and rare materials with a jade slip and tablet. Beside the Jade bed was a large egg; its shell was inscribed with mythical runes and mysterious characters, illuminating space. Alexander guessed this egg was the reason light was flickering out of the cave. Pausing for a moment, Alexander eyes moved to the book placed on top of the Jade bed, then he walked over and picked it up; looking at the book's cover page, three words are written in Dazzling characters 'Primordial Chaos Chant'

He picked up a bunch of books. - So, where is this little book with historical facts. Running his eyes over the shelves, Conrod thought. - Hmm, who can take it? Okay, and this is basically enough. Conrod rolled the loaded cart over to the small tables. One of the books lay with its worn cover on the surface of the mahogany table. A small table lamp gently illuminated the brown cover, the embossed letters outlined in small shadows. "Encyclopedia of the Mythology of the World." Conrod opened a page with the heading "Beliefs of the Ancient Slavs." His eyes darted over the letters, putting words together and squeezing information out of them. He carefully read: