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And then, as though it had been waiting for me all along, my gaze landed on a large, old book resting on a shelf near the far corner. The spine was thick and heavy, the title embossed in faded gold letters. The Book of Alphas. My breath caught in my throat. The words themselves felt heavy, like they carried a weight far beyond their simple meaning. It wasn’t just any book. No, this was something important, something significant.

He thanked her and focused on arranging the books properly; the last thing he wanted was for the father to tell his mother that the books were poorly organized, which would lead to sermons he couldn't bear. The books he was organizing had titles in Roman and Greek. They dated back to ancient centuries, their covers were faded and old, and so were their illustrations. Most of them were about Christianity, some about sects related to it or sects against it. He just wanted to finish quickly. He crouched down to pick up another pair of books when the cover of one of the books, which was in a large pile, caught his attention. He took it in his hands, removing the dust. Out of all the books he had

With each book returned to its rightful place, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me, a reminder of the joy that could be found in the quiet moments spent lost in a good book. As I reached for the last book, my fingers brushed against something unexpected—a beautiful tome hidden between the others. Its cover shimmered with an ethereal glow, adorned with intricate golden filigree and embellished with symbols of ancient power. The crest on its cover depicted a majestic dragon intertwined with delicate vines, its scales gleaming in the soft light of the library. “Wow,” I muttered, brushing my fingers over the book. Intrigued by its beauty, I carefully opened the book, revealing pristine p

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

“This world is definitely underdeveloped” Mane sighed as he looked over the information he had been given. Dan arrived at his room only minutes ago to complete the final transfer. Yes, you heard right – final transfer. Mane assumed that the books were well compiled sources of information, but he was wrong. Sure they were called books just like in other worlds, but these so called books were just large sheets of paper bundled together and held by a very long string! The sheets weren’t light and crispy like what Mane was used to, rather they were hard and heavy and it was difficult to carry more than a few dozen at once. Dan delivered seven different bundles of these ‘books’. He had taken almo

Deciding to take some books to read, I head in. The place was enormous. Rows of books cover the walls and isles. I felt like a kid looking over everything. My fingers touch each cover. Some full of dust, others really old. Intrigued, I stop on an isle that says legend and myths section. Looking at what book to choose. I approach one with a yellow cover. It looked old and dusty. Pulling it out, I read the title, “Goddess.” Curious to know, I take the book and go back. It was thick enough to have me at leas four days distracted on it.

She looks me over one last time before walking off, and I grind my teeth together in aggravation. Every time I bring up my major, I get the same looks. People just assume I am a wolfbagger, but I'm not. I genuinely find supernatural history interesting. I am not studying werewolves, so I can trick a werewolf into giving me long life or mating with me. I like learning about all of them, dragons, sirens, and fairies I sigh as I collect my pile of books. I already paid my tab on the cafe's app, so there is no need to call my disgusted waitress back over. I pull my jacket on and pick up my loaded book bag.

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

"Of course second master, I'm sure she will help you the best way she can but how do I identify the book?" "It is a round book called II libro d'goeteia" "II libro d'goeteia?" "Yes, the book of magic."