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she murmured. That made my spine tighten. I followed her gaze to the book. It didn’t belong. The others were worn, faded, labeled in neat script. This one was darker, the leather cracked and uneven, its spine completely blank. No dust or markings. “Okay,” I said, keeping my tone light even as my instincts screamed. “Let’s not touch the creepy, unlabeled object in the ancient magic library” She swallowed. “It feels like it already touched me” I took another step forward. “Lyra, seriously…” I shuddered in goosebumps.

I was quickly packing them all into my truck so that we could take them in the car with us. “Babe, your books would be safe with the packs men” “No one touches my spell books but me” I glared at him as I carried on packing them up “Fine, can I at least help you carry the chest downstairs?” “I didn’t mean you when I said no one, you are allowed to touch them. I trust you with my life. You and Jill are the only ones apart from my parents who I would like near my spell books” “So not even Chad? You do realise he will be your boss”

That was all, but I had been wary of the knowing smile he had given me for a split second. "Yes." I muttered, waiting for him to leave before I opened the book. "That would be all." He bowed, leaving the room. The librarian wasn't an old man with a face covered in grey hairs. He was young, older than I was, but younger than the stereotype and definitely weirder. I scanned the book and realised the order of druids contained spells translated to English. These were too useful to be locked away and forgotten inside this dark, cold room. The book listed the spells numbered in ascending order. A few of them had symbols next to them and a how-to-use description attached to it.

I wasn't dumb to not notice it. I was about to leave when a particular object grabbed my attention. More like a book which had been off limits to me. The Grimoire of Eldritch enchantments. I gasped, knowing what it was. One of the most powerful weapons the Shadow Weavers possess. This very book lying in front of me had the most malevolent spells to exist, spells which could destroy generations. Spells that teach you basic to master level of dark magic.

Whatever the lycans do will definitely be traced back to me, so I just have to plan carefully before I have Dymion knocking down the walls of my packhouse just to get to me. I gave them my instructions and after they left, I sat in my dimly lit office, my brow furrowed in concentration as I went over the ancient spell books spread out before me. The pages were filled with detailed symbols and incantations, proof of the powerful magic they contained. These were the very books Ameera had been so desperate to keep from me, her betrayal is still fresh in my mind. I still can’t believe that she was planning to hand these books with these dangerous spells to him. He would have killed us all and it

The ticking of the wall clock and the soft murmurs of the city outside created a peaceful background. While rummaging through the documents, a particular file caught my eye. It was labeled "Grey Enterprises: Classified." My curiosity piqued, I opened it, revealing a stack of old documents, financial records and surveillance photographs. My heart skipped a beat when I realized these were remnants of Sebastian Grey’s secret operations. One letter in particular stood out. Gray was called "The Raven" from someone's name. The cryptic language and eerie tone sent chills down my spine. The letter pointed to widespread fraud, suggesting that Gray and Blackwood were merely participants in a larger ga

Dust motes spiraled through the shafts of late afternoon light, settling on rows of books that seemed to be holding their breath. Which meant something was happening elsewhere in the house. And that meant Autumn wasn’t telling her everything again. Jade set aside her notes and flipped back through the Veilwalker Apocrypha, an unofficial, unapproved collection of personal spells, protection rites, and "soul-binding risks" that the Council had once banned. She’d borrowed it from Dominic’s private archive without asking. She found the passage at the very back. Handwritten. Tucked between two pages with salt-burned corners:

Empty. Good. No whispers. Just rows of books that smelled faintly of dust and old leather. I drifted between shelves, trailing my fingers along worn spines. “Herbs of the Southern Marsh,” “Defense Spells of the Fifth Era,” “Principles of Alchemy.” My guards hovered like anxious statues. And then— I stopped. My hand froze on a spine I hadn’t seen in years. The leather was scuffed, the gold lettering half-burnt, but my heart recognized it before my mind did.

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Elizabeth said. When Elizabeth entered June’s room, she was ready with the book of shadows. This was a secret book that the three girls kept for writing down spells as they came across them. Most of the spell in the book had been copied from Northstar’s spell book and of course, he was unaware of this. “This spell is quite vague and not tested,” June said. “Remember we didn’t find any log-entry for this spell. Records say that no one has used this spell before so there’s no way we can tell it works.”