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But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra

I asked them as I too sat down and began to read. “One book builds up to a way that they can be killed, but then abruptly changes the subject on the next page. I thought that maybe it had been taken out, but I can’t see any damage to the pages.” One piped up from the couch. “Well, what does it tell us?” He adjusted his reading glasses on his nose as he flipped back to a bookmark. “There are pictures of the Lycans being stabbed and burned; so maybe their weakness is fire?”

He stared down at it, then at me, shock flickering across his features before the fight dragged his focus back to the next threat. “NEW FUNCTION DETECTED,” the librarian snarled, voice crackling. “CORRUPTED AUTHOR. ILLEGAL EDIT.” A volley of books arced toward us. I didn’t have time to parse titles. Burn, I thought, flinging the idea like a shield. Flame licked the edges of a chunk of them mid‑flight.

The heels were resting in my lap like a heavy weight of shame. "If you're not going to wear them," Tucker said sharply, "then give them to Shelby yourself. That can be your apology." He slid the shoes toward me with quiet contempt, as though my hesitation merely proved my ingratitude. "Shelby's always been kind enough to overlook your little games," he added. His tone was sharp and unforgiving. "She won't hold it against you." Those elegant heels now felt like sharp knives digging into my heart. Every burn on my legs throbbed fiercely. They were a brutal reminder of his cruelty.

Magic tightening like a net. He began to speak, chanting in an old tongue. But before the incantation could finish, the book burned. Flame shot up from the name — not wild, but deliberate. Purposeful. It didn’t destroy the page. It sealed it. The gold letters glowed red-hot before cooling into black glass. The Archivist stepped back, eyes wide. “The book has accepted her.” The woman Councilor snarled. “Then we’ll erase the page.” I stepped forward.

The memories turn my blood to an angry lava. I was sent over the edge when Colin disrespected me by asking me to be his Beta. I be a Beta? Never. I was never meant for second place. I down my drink and slam some money on the table. Nolan raises an eyebrow but keeps his mouth shut. I leave quickly, needing to let my wolf out to blow off steam. I shift and let my heavy gray paws carry me to the border. Just as I hoped, a rogue I recruited is waiting for a chance to attack Onyx Moon. The rogues have been attacking Onyx Moon for years, but their attacks increased as more and more rogues joined my plot to overthrow Colin.

I've read her bestselling book, so how am I supposed to miss this one? I searched for the platform on which this book is available. Because the platform has already closed, I can't read this book. I called the publishing houses because I am determined to read this book. I requested a copy of her book, and they said that their publishing house had burned down many years before, destroying all of their data.

"H-how? I remember perfectly well when you were swimming in the burning flames of the poisonous fire." Amethyst muttered under her breath, still analysing the black covers of the big, bold book that she knew she burnt a few months ago. Her hands trembled at its heaviness — at how fresh and old it smelled. Old tales and unknown prophecies were still lingering on every page she turned over.

"What else? I wish I had cooking necessities and equipments at our dormitory, I would have cooked my boredom away. I'm going to read my novels or watch some cooking lessons online." "I don't know how you do that sincerely. I can't read romance novels because I can't stand the steamy scenes. I'll be horny almost every time." She scrunched up her face. "You're so silly. I don't picture myself when reading, I just enjoy reading them generally making a fantasy of the characters in my head, I watch them enjoy it in my head." She chuckled. That soft chuckle, but it didn't make her face lit up as it always did when she cooked.

They weren't joking when they said they'll have a word with my boss about my working hours. Instead of dying from embarrassment, I headed toward the book section, I could read while they aren't here. It's probably the last time I'll set foot in this place, my boss is one mean lady, she'll fire me for sure. Looking around the shop was fairly packed today, we weren't extremely busy, but not empty either. I was trying to catch a book from the top shelf, while keeping my short skirt down. I really should ask mommy for longer skirt, even with the high knee socks keeping me warm, I still was at risk of diaper flashing.