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It’s easier to maintain my sanity because the moment I no longer find it at that exact place, then someone must have found it. I run to the computer and input my student ID code. I type the name of the book, this is the fastest way to find out if the book is in shock and still remains in same position. Loading…. Loading…. Loading…. Jeez, be quick! I feel like my hand is going cold. Why do I feel so nervous? Am I nervous because I might get another letter? Or the fact that someone else might find out about the book? Shit. It is in stock.

He just syphons out the information that is of relevance to tell me and Jake, so we wait with bated breath for him to talk again. Nikita huffs and leaves again, going back to the kitchen in a strop. I haven’t got time to deal with her over emotional need for attention right now so I ignore her and carry on looking over through the big book in my lap, desperate to find anything that can help. I stretch my arms high into the air above me and arch my back inwards, trying to relieve some of the aching pain form reading for so long. In the corner of the room, just in the shadows where the light doesn’t quite reach I notice a small tattered book. I place the book I had been reading onto the floor

Armed with determination, they delved into a world of hidden passages and forgotten corners, following a trail of clues and cryptic messages. Emily's eyes sparkled with anticipation as they ventured into an old bookstore, its dusty shelves lined with books of all shapes and sizes. "Liam, look at this," she exclaimed, holding up a weathered tome with a worn leather cover. "I think this book holds the key to our journey."

She says nudging Joey as she went, this causes Joey’s eyes to go wide as he looks over at Axel. “I’m not hunting for any specific book but a friend of mine has been after this weird old book, he thought he might have some luck in the old library but I’ve looked all over, I can’t find it.” He says placing his hands in his pockets, I send him a smile so he wouldn’t feel weird about wanting to find a book.

I press my hand to him, trying to get him to stay still. “I can help,” I murmur, fumbling with the heavy book in my lap. He pauses, eyes darting to the old book. His gaze hardens in suspicion but then softens. He recognizes what it is. I flip frantically through the brittle pages. 39… 91… 180… Focus. My fingers finally find the right page and relief washes over me when I spot the illustrations. I place the book next to me and take the bag, searching for the right leaves stuffy stuff. I do not know what. At least the book has pictures in color.

She tore the box open. Inside this box were a dozen books. Most looked the same—typical bindings, mostly classics. But one book stood out immediately. It didn’t look anything like the others. It was thick, overstuffed and weathered, with leather binding. It looked as if it had been through a war. And it looked ancient.

Anything was better than waiting. I pushed open the heavy oak door and stepped inside. Lantern light flickered across rows of tall shelves that disappeared into shadow. Cobwebs hung in the corners. I didn’t care. I started pulling books down one by one, blowing dust off covers, scanning yellowed pages for any mention of white witches, sealed powers, or hybrid bloodlines. I searched for almost an hour. My fingers turned gray. My back ached from crouching. Still nothing useful. A soft footstep sounded behind me.

Zoe stared at the book, her fingers hovering over its worn cover, tracing the cracks in the leather and the faint symbols etched into its spine. It felt… alive. Not in a way she could explain, but there was something ancient about it—something that pulsed beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. The Book of Life, her heart raced, every answer she had been searching for… could be inside.

The lock on the door clicks, my heartbeat feels like it stopped for a second. Slowly, I push the door inward and darkness greets me. I slip inside, shutting it without making a sound. My torchlight comes to life as I scan the office. There are shelves, cabinets, a closet, drawers. Without knowing what exactly I am looking for, I start searching. Drawer after drawer, I find nothing. I switch to the cabinets— still nothing. Minutes pass and I still don't find anything tangible. I'm on the verge of giving up when my torch lands on an unusually thick black book, too big that it draws my interest. It's the last book among a pile of other books.

Valeria The soft rustle of pages turning was the only sound in the library, my eyes scanning the text before me, desperate to uncover anything that might give me some insight into the Nightshade family. I had found the book myself, tucked away in the far corner of the packhouse’s library, one that had piqued my curiosity. It had an old, worn leather cover, its pages yellowed with age, and the scent of dust and parchment filled the air as I flipped through it.