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His parents must really be soaked in riches. I glanced around everything, things were thrown around clusters. I guess he's too lazy to take care of his room. I stopped seeing a oddly big book on one of the decorated tables. I walked towards it staring at the name. Big Book Of Pranks. Reece have got to be kidding me, so he actually has one of these. This guy is really crazy. I opened it and saw different lists written down in it. I skipped to the last page and saw the book was filled with his handwriting. He really has the time to do all this.

Boiler rooms had always seemed suspicious to me and having a monster lurking down there didn't make it any better at that moment. I looked at Reese, who was watching the darkness, but relaxed. Suddenly the same sounds came from his coat pocket with which he had already lured the Spuma to the Grim Reaper. Then everything happened very quickly. A scratch on the stairs, something big and blue rushed into the corridor, heading straight for Reese. The emerging growl was interrupted by a bang. It didn't yelp or make any other noise as it fell to the ground and slid right up to Reese's feet. It was just dead. As suddenly as it appeared, so suddenly its life had come to an end.

This body’s got a mind of its own. “Uh, just... reading,” I stammer, grabbing a random book to hide my panic. My fingers fumble, and it falls open to a page about magical bindings. Fitting, since I feel bound to this plot. Ardyn’s smirk grows, and he leans against the table, close enough that I catch his scent, sandalwood and sin. My heart’s doing cartwheels, and I’m torn between squealing like the fangirl I am and bolting.

Hadwin said naming the story that changed my life forever due to the King, but Darren only shakes his head in response. “No, it’s a book called The Gruesome Tales, it’s a bunch of gruesome stories comprised into one book. It’s there a story of these flesh eaters live. It’s said there is only one person that can save us all from these creatures, this person is a werewolf like us but was born with amazing powers. It’s said she will go to battle to defeat these creatures and save everyone.” He smiled retelling the story he had read, but for me, this only resembled a nightmare, it was explaining my life.

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That's strange. "This book, I can feel it now. It's no ordinary book, there's something very strange, no rather unique about this book. I feel a strong energy radiating from it and it's creating some kind of connection with me. We have to find out what it is, this feeling is so surreal." Tara said and this only got me more excited. I knew there was a reason why I'd picked the book in the first place. "The book doesn't even have a title, are you sure you want to read it? What if it's some really scary horror story that'll cause you to have terrible nightmares after you read it?" Kayden questioned and I threw him a look that depicted. 'Seriously?'

They were self-explanatory, and she would be able to tell which part of the book was most promising. She flipped through until she reached the back of the book with the cautionary tales. She skipped over the first one about Lysander, and the next few didn't seem promising either. Story after story passed by, and she was about to give up and read it closely for hints . . . until the very last section. Her fingers froze, her breath caught in her chest, and horror coursed through her veins as she read the title of the section: 'Blood Magic and the Creation of the Vampire-Human Child'

From what I hear, they seem to value it very highly. When he finally stops, I also stop at a particularly thick book called Werewolves, Spires, and Shifters: Complete Edition. On the front is a picture of a menacing werewolf ready to devour a human and a human fighting a truly horrible Shifter with a strange spear. I pull it off the rest, hiding it behind me.

To put it nicely. In my hands was a thick book that Chelsa had sent me from France, miraculously it was English, and the contents inside were a history over folklore and monsters which humans believe to be made up although they were just extinct in the supernatural world. I hoped to find something similar to the Northern Whispers or something that could potentially take them down - honestly, I think I’m just hoping for answers that don’t exist or may-

Like he'd decided the risk was worth it. I undid the next button on his shirt. The one I'd been staring at for the entire conversation. His skin appeared — warm, smooth, a scattering of dark hair across his chest. The scar on his ribs that I'd seen in some corporate photo and had spent probably way too much time fantasizing about. "Tell me where you got this," I said, tracing the scar with my fingertip. "Rock climbing accident. Freshman year. I was being stupid. Fell twenty feet and got impaled on a rock outcropping." He exhaled as my finger traced the length of it. "Should have killed me. Barely missed everything important."