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Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.

She carried her weathered leather-bound book under her arm, the one I'd seen her clutch like it held the secrets of the universe. “We don’t have time for this,” she announced, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Ryan is right. More supernaturals... the witches, the warlocks, the werewolves... are dying by the hundreds with every time we waste. And the death won't stop until there's nothing left." She set the book on the table with a heavy thud and flipped through its yellowed pages. The scent of old paper and faint magic filled the air. She stopped on an illustration that made my blood run cold.

The word burned in his mind like a brand. He stalked past the familiar sections—Werewolf Histories, Lunar Cycles, Pack Law—until he reached the dimly lit alcove marked "Supernatural Relations." His claws pricked his palms as he yanked out the first relevant tome: The Bewitched & The Beastly: Supernatural Attractions. The wooden chair protested as he threw himself into it, the lamplight casting jagged shadows across the pages. Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches.

Lucia asked "Lucia she wasn't gifted the spell book of evil she was gifted the spell book of good. There's good in your daughters heart regardless of her identity as a demon's daughter." Wendy said "That's what worries me." Lucia said "Do not be afraid Lucia I'm sure everything would turn out well you'll see." Wendy said "Thank you Wendy, I guess can force myself to sleep now." Lucia said with a smile. "Good night." "Good night Wendy." **** Audrey immediately sat up thinking Adrian was about to die but he began laughing at her.

“This is a Tribrid, comprising three supernatural lineages. As you can see, your ancestors were powerful beings, capable of impressive feats. Now it's time for you to learn how to harness your powers and control them.” Auntie Skyler nods in agreement, “That's right, you'll have to learn how to control your heightened senses and abilities. You'll develop more quickly than a regular teenager, so be prepared for countless changes.” With that, Auntie Skyler helps me choose three books from the demon section of the library. She explains, “These books will teach you about the mythology and powers associated with your third lineage, demon.” “How is this even possible?” I ask as I sit here, stunned.

"I just... I just missed you so much. That's the only reason I'm crying. I'm just happy to see you." Adam let out a small breath, his expression softening. He reached up, leaning forward to press a sweet, gentle kiss against my cheek. "You don't have to cry anymore, okay? I read in a book that brothers are supposed to protect their sisters and never make them cry. So please stop crying. I'm big now. I will protect you, okay?" A shaky laugh slipped through my tears. Even with my world falling apart, Adam’s kindness warmed a small part of my heart.

They were covered in blood. Lucian sat slumped on the throne, eyes burnt out. “No… no.” This wasn’t me. I wouldn’t do this. I fell to the ground, shivering. “This is your future, Saraphina. You can’t control your powers. Let me in, and I’ll teach you.” I screamed, and fear erupted from my hands. Uncontrollably. I’d never made a flame that big it terrified me. You are the monster, Saraphina. You are the monster. And all this blood is going to be on your hands.

Lyra’s POV The full moon hung heavy and silver above the sacred grove, casting everything in ethereal light. Tonight was the Awakening Ceremony, when our youngest pack members would call forth their wolves for the first time. I stood with the other adults in the outer circle, watching as six nervous sixteen-year-olds knelt before the moonstone altar. Their families surrounded them with love and encouragement, but I could see the fear mixed with excitement in their young faces. I remembered that feeling well.