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Vaelspire Keep, The Forbidden Vault The Vault doors groaned open, revealing shelves lined with tomes bound in skin and bone. All the ancient and forbidden books of the old were stored and recorded there. Books with knowledge too ancient, too powerful, and useful to their enemies were stored here. Alaric stepped inside, torch in hand, his eyes scanning until they found the one he needed. It read, Bloodborne Bonds: Curses, Hybrids, and Abominations. He flipped through the pages, stopping when he saw an illustration that made his heart freeze.

“Elio was persuasive. He said the pack needed this. A way to preserve his knowledge if anything happened to him. I believed him.” I flipped through the pages. “And now you want to fix it? After weeks of me losing myself? After my own sister cried because I smell wrong?” He looked almost sorry. “I did not know it would be this messy. The binding took stronger than expected. Your soul fought harder than most.” I closed the book hard. “Because it is my life. My memories. My scent. You tried to steal all of it.” Lorne stepped around the table. “Take the book. Study the spell. We can do it together. Quietly. No one else needs to know.”

“You’re right about that, at least. I did demand a gift. But it’s not as interesting as the medallion.” She sniffs. “Well, I knew that already. Let me guess,” she pauses, pretending to think hard, “it is another book.” I nod, a chuckle escaping me. “You’re absolutely correct.” Nyra smiles. “And it is absolutely boring.” I exhale. “It’s a first copy of the work written by the first Four Great Scholars of the Conclave. They explain the origin and evolution of alchemy. It’s quite interesting if you—” I cut myself off when I realise she’s, in fact, not interested. “You’re right. It’s boring,” I confess with a shrug.

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr

I was lying in the sun one day as Hal was dealing with the rose bushes again when he suddenly exclaimed in frustration, "Damn these flowers! They really don't like me!" I chuckled and grabbed the watering can right next to me, splashing him with the cold water. Hal felt the water on his back and immediately turned around to playfully glare at me. "Excuse you, Winter Brooke! How dare you conspire with the roses to bully me as well?" Hal immediately came up to me and started tickling me as I laughed and begged for mercy. He wasn't a good cook, but he still practiced hard at it. One night, he made enough food for a grand seven-course meal, consisting of burned, overcooked, dried-out, and even s

I say coldly. He steps back unconsciously, like the book might burn him just for looking at it, giving me a long hard stare. Then exhales. "This is one of the oldest book of the supernatural. This book shouldn't exist. It holds record of all the supernatural kinds and their powers. Known and unknown. It is called the Book of Spells." Alessia's eyes widens. "Spells? Like - magic?" Dathan nods slowly. "Older than the curse. Maybe the reason it exists. I've only seen symbols like this in the crypt of the Ancients, in forbidden records even the council doesn't touch. This, is why your father, Alpha Dimitris, sealed this place."

Black magic, necromancy, and other arts that did not enter a white coven. Alma closes another book and grabs another one from the pile, but sets it down again. She gets up and goes to one of the shelves. She runs her fragile finger over the thick spines, going through all the titles and stopping at one. She takes it out go back to the table, where she sits and reads. Maribela watched her. Alma was young but very intuitive, and something told her that the girl's intuition told her that the answer was not on the table. Maribela turns her eyes to the book she was reading and decides to close it. Take another one and start the consultation.

Charlie took out the pocket-sized book carefully and saw ‘Apocalyptic Book’ written in ancient script on the title page. “The name is quite interesting, I wonder what is written inside.” Charlie flipped the book and read its contents. The first chapter was the ‘Medical Techniques’, which recorded a large number of cases and treatment methods. Charlie frowned curiously. He had studied medicine briefly before and knew some basic theories, but the content in the books was obviously much better and advanced than the methods used in the medical industry nowadays. Some methods of diagnosis and treatment were unheard of even. In fact, at the end of the ‘Medical Techniques’ chapter, he saw a content

He was probably trying to remember the continuation of the story. "Good. When the Alchemist saw the fifteenth winter, becoming an adult, the preceptors of the Zolhay Order authorized him to access the Forbidden Archive, reserved exclusively for adult men, in the process of becoming Researcher. Here, the Alchemist found a book. It was ruined and the flames had devoured most of the pages. There were few understandable words, but they were enough." "Enough for what?" the child asked, leaning a little towards the minstrel.