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The handwriting was cramped but legible: “The spellbook Elijah brought me is fascinating. Ancient magic, powerful. I’ve never seen anything like it. Most of it is beyond my understanding, but there are sections I can translate. I think I’ve almost cracked it… There might be a way to lift a mate bond after all…” My heart raced as I flipped through the remaining pages, searching for more information, but the rest of the journal was blank. This was her last entry. I looked around the desk more carefully now, searching for the spellbook itself. It wasn’t there. Not on the desk, not on the surrounding shelves. I checked drawers, looked under papers, even felt around the edges of the desk for hidd

It looked ancient, its pages wrinkled and brittle. "I think... I think I might have found something that can help," she said, her voice trembling slightly. She opened the book to a seemingly random page and began to read, her finger tracing the invisible lines. "This book... it speaks of a spell. A spell that can induce a temporary state of unconsciousness in shapeshifters. It can also help us detect them hiding amongst the villagers." She paused, her gaze meeting ours. "If we cast this, we can expose any spies that the Blue Moon pack might have planted, and maybe, just maybe, put a stop to their plans."

“Yes, I just wanted to let you know we found one of the answers we were looking for. You had mentioned that you would do your own research, and I didn’t want you to waste time trying to figure out how someone might not know they magic until adulthood when we already figured it out.” I lazily scrolled through the list of books on the computer screen that my search had pulled up. “Oh, splendid! So, let’s see then, you’re still wanting to find out how to prove who cast a fake mate bond spell and how to reverse it?” “That’s right.” A title in my list caught my attention: Crowns of Shame – A Complete History. “Alright, thank you for letting me know. I have to attend to some runaway sheep now, but

“Come in!” To my relief, it was Sybill. She looked more regal than ever, her long hair lying over her shoulders like a waterfall of silken strands. “I felt you might need some guidance,” she said, her voice a soothing balm to my nerves. “May I?” I nodded, and she took a seat beside me, her presence grounding. “I found out some things about the spells you encountered,” she began, her eyes scanning my face for any sign of fear. “The book you hold is a powerful artifact, capable of amplifying one’s innate abilities. But it also requires a balance, knowledge and responsibility. You must be careful.”

Lucindo is an abominable evil of the ancestors making and if the ancestors can be daft enough to connive with him to ruin everything in this city then they must be stopped. I looked around to study our situation. Bastaina is dead, Cedric is being imprisoned by a magical block, mom has shifted to a full wolf but is being restrained by magic, Hilda has a boundary spell shielding anyone from going inside the circle or leaving the circle. Suzy is injured and not healing at all, so in other words, I'm my family's last resort and any move I take must be in our favor because if I get bound by dark magic too, then we are as good as dead.

"The Grimoire of Imogene Greenreaver. Only those in my line shall read the words upon these pages. So mote it be." A shiver ran through Saffron as she read her grandmother's words. She turned the pages and found that this was indeed a book of spells, not just one of traditional remedies. Her eyes widened as she flipped through the spells. A tingle ran through her fingers as she read one for casting light in the darkness. Confused she looked at her hands. They seemed to glow slightly. She flexed her fingers experimentally. A spark of light shot from them.

She grabbed a thick book and pulled it off the shelf before returning to her seat. She placed the book on the coffee table in front of me so I could see it. My eyes widened when I saw the gorgeous purple and white designs on the book with dark purple lettering that read: Spell Book. “A spell book?” I gasped, running my fingers down the front cover. “Is this real?” She nodded.

Everything he did was to keep his child safe. I turned back to my grandma, and she nodded to the house. “Close your eyes. Focus on the spell. The words will come.” I nodded and faced the cabin. Shutting my eyes and turning my entire focus to the spell I was weaving. The statues that had sucked in every drop of Carl’s sacrifice stood as beacons, power overflowing from them. The spell, a net cast over the cabin, was strong, but I could feel the weak spots. The spell was left unfinished, and if left this way, the woven threads would weaken, shredding apart at those weak points.

she asked, turning toward me. I ground my teeth. "How?" I inquired, much to her satisfaction. "You should have known that the coven monitors all the magical bookstores. The moment you ordered the spell books, we knew where you are." She gave me a wicked grin. "Cybele will be so pleased to see you." "Well, I certainly won't be pleased to see her," I hissed, turning my head toward the window. Should I have a little faith because of what Alpha Tyrion said? Perhaps, but my hopes were dwindling with every mile we got closer to the coven...

Chapter Forty One On the day Willow and Cassandra went back to Atenowa, Lady Brume became restless. She was worried about the news she had received, that Cordelia’s life was in danger. She couldn’t believe that Lazarus gives her a spell. She was concerned about Thana. She couldn’t let go of Thana at this moment she believes that Thana could learn more and make her power dominant. She needs to find a cure to remove the spell from the body of Cordelia. Now and then, she reads the black book, hoping that she will find a cure for the poison that Lazarus gave to Cordelia.