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when the woman let go of those words she hugged me without hesitation. The sword that pierced my heart went into her heart when she hugged me. "No way!, Phoebe!!" the old mage shouted. "This is the only w-way I know to save you from the m-murdered monsters that will haunt your s-soul when you are reborn" Phoebe stammered. THIRD P.O.V When both of them lost their lives, the previously yellow color of the moon became as red as blood. Cyrus and Phoebe's stab wounds lit up. Red fire came out from Phoebe and blue from Cyrus.

I say in Greek, hoping Bronx won’t understand it. The cover of the book stretches and creeks, until a bulge forms below the embossed title. The bulge grows until it looks like a closed eyelid. I take off the dragon scale glove and run my hand close to the surface, careful not to touch it. When it senses me just an inch away, the eyelid snaps open, exposing a crisp apple green eyeball. It looks around, surprised to be awakened until it lands on me and watches, waiting for instructions. “What the fuck?” Bronx lets go of my hand and backs up until his back is against the door. “Kas, tell me that’s not what I think it is. It’s some sort of replica or some shit. Tell me that’s not real.”

I jogged my chin to the box. I watched with bated breath as Persephone reached into the box and pulled out a black book. I cocked my head and looked at the cover. The Silvercloud owl totem was etched into the cover in gold. Persephone gently traced the owl before opening the book and giggling. “What is so funny?” I asked as I moved closer to look. I’m going to die of embarrassment. The book isn’t some tome of knowledge about the Silvercloud shaman power. No, it’s a photo album, and I don’t know which of my parents chose the first picture.

I still don’t have a lot of information on the Great War except that the shifter packs rallied against witches and that the witches fought back so I don’t really have an answer to that. "They stole a child from the Bewaarders,” Damon tells me. “They stole the Phoenix while it was still an infant. They stole it and they raised it. When the Great War began the Phoenix was just a child. However, what the order failed to realize was that after a certain point in its growth, the Phoenix begins to recall its past. They used the infant to destroy their enemies and get the upper hand. The only reason they never managed to win was because as the war reached its climax, the Phenix had grown considerab

She grabbed a thick book and pulled it off the shelf before returning to her seat. She placed the book on the coffee table in front of me so I could see it. My eyes widened when I saw the gorgeous purple and white designs on the book with dark purple lettering that read: Spell Book. “A spell book?” I gasped, running my fingers down the front cover. “Is this real?” She nodded.

The corners of Vraxlon's lips seemed to contain a small smile. "I must say that the merit of dumplings and clothes comes from your last very demanding reincarnations, Your Majesty. The castle remembers how to treat her, and that's all I know. Now try to find the book for the last time, and then we will proceed with the next step.” I released the particularly interesting book with a purple cover and a golden five-pointed star and, a little curious about Vraxlon's haste, I again turned to the castle ceiling. "I want you to find me the book of the dead.”

Jacob laughed. “I’ll kick your ass too!” I said as I glared at him. “Kris! We have one more surprise for you.” Penny yelled from behind my front desk. “What?” I looked confused. She walked out carrying a massive book. I recognized what it was right away. It’s the type of book that you use for a portfolio. “You got me a new book?” “Kinda.” Penny showed me the cover. It had a Black Moon with two wolves howling. The leather was fresh as I could smell it. Alec took the cover and opened it for me.

Look closer. Her gaze settled on a particularly weathered book tucked away near the corner. Its cover was simple, but a faint embossed design caught the light - a pair of intertwined wolves beneath a crescent moon. The image sent a shiver down her spine, and her fingers tingled as she pulled it from the shelf. She opened it carefully, the pages crackling with age. The script was ornate, the kind that took a moment to decipher, but the accompanying illustrations made her breath catch. Drawings of wolves with hollowed eyes and jagged teeth, their forms twisted and monstrous, filled the margins.

“Wow, Sera, you’re such a nerd. No wonder no one likes you.” “Give that back,” I said, reaching for the book. But Lila held it out of my reach, smirking. “What’s the magic word?” Isla teased, her tone mocking. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to cry. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. “Please,” I said through gritted teeth. “Aw, look at her being all polite,” Isla cooed. “Fine, here you go.” She nodded at Lila, who tossed the book onto the floor. It landed with a loud thud, and the girls burst into laughter as I bent down to pick it up.

I said, “What book?” he asked, “All of them.” He looked extremely puzzled by this request but he simply nodded and left to carry out my wish. I wasn’t sure of what the exact book was but I knew I would recognize it if I saw it and I did when he brought them in. It had a purple hard cover back with the picture of a lily printed on it. She had looked so intrigued by it when she was reading it and I could tell that she loved it given how much she fought to have it.