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There was a table. Books stacked on it. Not like the ones I used to see at home. These looked older. Some of them had markings on the covers I didn’t understand. I walked closer. My fingers hovered over one of them before I touched it. The cover felt rough. Worn. I opened it slowly. The pages were filled with symbols. Not letters. Not words I knew. Shapes. Lines. Things that looked like drawings but weren’t. I frowned. “What is this…?” I flipped a page.

Joshua said again, as Jamie carefully stood by the bookcase, waiting to move in once Joshua signaled that it was safe. Asher smelled the vampire before he could even see her, and yet, nothing, not even that was enough to have him take his vision from the trembling target which was Miranda. She gulped and hiccupped while looking into his globes, and this image seared itself into the Alpha's brain, and in the process bruising his heart. The Alpha growled at the sensation, and this made Miranda's vision dot with black exploding stars, for she was close to losing consciousness out of fear.

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Holy shit. "Yes, but I assure you the stories you've heard of both have been greatly exaggerated, except perhaps the fact that they don't get along too well. I'm actually friends with a few members of the London Blood Society. They can be a bit too brooding and melancholy for my tastes, but I like vampires well enough."

I scolded myself and groaned, thinking that perhaps entering Ash's room wasn't the wisest of all ideas. I forced myself to turn around and shift my gaze to the bookshelf. Figuring that something light to read in Ash's room would help me kill the boredom, I started going through some of the old books he kept there. I gently pulled out a few volumes that looked somewhat ancient and placed them on the table. Two of those books were written in some strange language that resembled a series of long lines and patterns more than any kind of known alphabet. I delicately placed those books back on the shelf, but once I did, something fell from between the pages...

But then… "It's fine. I'm comfortable you don't have to worry about me." I kept a straight face. I didn't want to give her false hope or extend the courtesy of friendship even in the real sense I was still careful around her. "Can I get you something to drink?" "Nah, I'm good. I just want to relax with a book in my hand." I bounced on the soft chair, with a throw pillow in between my legs. I picked up Interview With The Vampire by Anne Rice. I have always loved the narration of characters when reading her books. You were not just living in the scenes of the story but also the mind of the characters. I opened the book and I realized it was the first edition. The author depicts knowledge of th

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

Seraphina’s POV The flames were dying. Ash curled upward in the suffocating dark of the library, thin spirals of smoke clinging to the vaulted ceiling like desperate prayers that refused to rise. The last of the glowing pages fell into cinders on the stone floor, and the light it had given us—the fragile, blessed shield—dissolved into nothing. Beyond that circle of dying fire, the monsters closed in, shadows weaving between bookshelves, claws dragging over wood and stone, eyes like fragments of the abyss.

It tasted nice and I wouldn't mind drowning in it even if the spice could kill me. I'm immortal, so I could escape and come running back to her for more. I'm sure she didn't realise she was far gone from ripping my skin off with her nails; she's just the way I want her to be: calm and stormy on the inside. I loved the feeling of pain mixed with passion. So that made me want more and more. I trailed my tongue down to the side of my neck, teasing. And yes, it tasted better than the idea I had in my head. She tasted like my frailty. Something that I could have now and still come back craving for more.