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The moon was high, pouring pale silver light through the trees, but it did nothing to alleviate the heaviness pressing against my breast. The Origin Chamber. The place where it all began. Where the Order lay down the first attempts at perfecting the wolf, the first abominations that led to the monstrosities we fought now. If we could destroy it, we could cut a major artery in their power. We had one chance, and if we blew it, there would be no second try.” Elias rode next to me, his golden eyes on me with an intensity I didn’t like. He was unreadable, as usual, playing his own game. I didn’t trust him. But I needed him.

The origins of the rogues, their stories buried deep within the lines of text. As we settled into the backseat of the car, I opened the book, letting my mind dive into its contents. It was easier to focus on the book than to think about the fact that I was stuck in this situation. The details were fascinating—why they were originally made. It was to ward off evil werewolves that kept on disturbing witches. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Raphael watching me. His gaze was heavy, and predatory, and I knew he wasn’t the kind of man to let me ignore him for long. But I kept my eyes on the book, turning the pages slowly, hoping he’d lose interest.

**“ But evil was never far from the peaceful Asteria. Soon tragedy after tragedy befalls the kingdom. The black death, plague after plague, the kingdom was thrown into poverty. And shortage and starvation soon followed. Not even the archbishop and royals were spared. But then the man of God found out that there was no other way, nothing else could've caused this great malady but witches. Great sorceress of dark magic infected the land. Then the man of God sorted out a way to rid the place of its devil worshippers and sent off to hell several thousands of them. Disobedient girls and insane women, no one was spared except one. The young daughter of the evilest witch to ever be executed. The ho

Derek narrated everything about him to the man and the politician decided to send him back to school after realizing the kind of abilities he possesses. Derek later become the CEO of the hospital owned by the politician after graduating from school.He was in his office one hot afternoon when he remembered the ancient book his father gave to him the night before he died,he decided to take a look at it. It was in the book Derek discovered how Diemon was tricked and turned to a statue by a Chinese monk,he also found the secret cave where Diemon was kept for 15 years in the book.He later went in search of the crystal gem needed to open the cave and also the spell book he needed to resurrect Diem

His hands felt weak, and his legs seemed ready to collapse to the ground. "I can't believe this. How could this happen? How long has it been since the book I hold glowed like this? Such things only happened back when my ancestors were still alive," he thought to himself. He knew the origin of the book in his hands and its purpose. Inside it were recorded all the events that had ever occurred across the entire world, even in the realm of the gods. And he also knew that the appearance of this strange book was a sign that everything happening in the world would change the history of the Xiwang world. Whether it was good or bad, he didn’t know yet, but it was clear that it would bring a new ligh

Releasing a frosty breath through his nose, he lifted his head from his bow and gave Eliane a wide wolfish grin. “Funny how sometimes, evil starts to grow when we desperately desire something. No matter how you do something good, you end up listening to the whispers of darkness instead.” Eliane looked at him sideward, like a mother proud of her son; a sister that welcomes her long-lost brother with unwavering open arms. “Evil is like a flower. When it blooms, it will keep on blooming…”

He hadn't adapted to the conditions the Earth had placed on us; he was mortal here. "Get back to the underworld; I'll get the Chronicle back." I pushed him away, letting him fall to the ground. He managed a bow before running off with his head tilted towards the ground. This was truly bad news. The First Vampire Chronicle, "Lamia," is the first vampire origin book with the power to end and create all vampires. I had stolen it from the Guardian a thousand years back in order to prevent us from being wiped out of existence as we walked the earth.

“She wasn’t, err, isn’t that evil. She’s just a sex maniac. Gosh, I don’t know if she is or was at this point.” “At this point, she was, but she will soon be a reality again. As for her sexual habits, that is a common trait of the dark ones. They look upon the body differently. It is not the temple to be worshiped that people of a good persuasion tend to believe. It is a tool to feed the dark side with. Darkness thrives on raw energy. Be it sexual energy, terror, sorrow. As long as it’s to the extreme, it becomes their food. When someone has sex, they emit a mixture of physical, sexual, and emotional energy. It’s a powerful cocktail for the dark ones that they crave. Louella inheren

“Oh, Sage. You really don’t know, do you? Your father, the great alpha, wasn’t just some pack leader playing by the rules. He was neck-deep in corruption. Bribes from rival packs to look the other way on territory grabs. Laundering money through human businesses. He even deals with hunters to thin out ‘problem’ wolves who got too mouthy about his rule.” She paused, letting it sink in, her breath fogging in the cold air. “Eve’s parents… they stumbled onto it all. Digging through old records for some pack history project or whatever noble bullshit they were into. They found the ledgers, the wire transfers, and the names. Proof that would’ve brought him down—exposed him to the council, stripped

’ Moving his hand off of my waist, I turned to face him, blinking multiple times to ensure my tears had dissipated away, ‘Why lie about your favourite book? Everett smiled softly, stepping closer and stroking my cheek as he scanned my face, ‘It’s a controversial book to like. Even though it’s a work of fiction, people seemed to hate it, and they set out to remove it from existence, so I’m told. I was lucky that my father’s best friend had gifted him the book. He never bothered reading it and put it straight in his library to never be touched again. Well, until I found it. Given my struggle to find another copy, it seems like they were successful in their agenda.’ ‘Who?’