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I carry it over to her and she takes one of my hands, making it rub over the metal clasp on the front and it clicks open. "Hey, how did you do that?" I say pouting. "It's magic" she says. She opens the book to the first page and I peer over her hands. "This books broken, there's no pictures" I say disappointed, expecting to see something exciting. My mother laughs again. "Concentrate really hard and tell me if you see anything" I furrow my small brow and pierce my lips in my best concentration face. I blink and in-between blinks I see a picture and words flash on the page before disappearing with the next blink.

Neither did he leave my hand in front of the guards. It seemed like my mysterious lover was no more mysterious to anyone now! But one thing was still nagging in my mind. 'Saira and Jacob? How could they work together without killing each other?' . The End So, finally, this book has come to an end. Last but not least, thank you so much, readers, who spent their precious time and money reading this book. Please do give the same love and support to my other books as well. Since English is not my first language, please forgive me for the mistakes. Please rate my work by giving your precious reviews.

If he had not studied it before, he would not have recognized it too. The words Mystical Soul Technique were written on the cover. It felt extraordinary; Henry could not help but use his consciousness to open the book and read it. He managed to open the book. The content of the book attracted his attention immediately. The Mystical Soul Technique turned out to be a method of cultivating mental power and improving soul power. Moreover, there were some applications of the technique in the book, such as soul capture, which could make the other party unconscious for a short period. There was also the method of soul control.

ISBN 978 0 14 044913 6 Page 114, Paragraph 3 My breath stopped. A book cipher. I remember this, I whispered. He used to hide messages in books. Adrian’s voice sharpened immediately. Find the book. I moved fast to the shelf, scanning titles with shaking hands. Then I saw it. The Count of Monte Cristo. My fingers trembled as I pulled it out. Pages flipped too quickly as I searched, panic building in my chest. Until I reached page 114. Paragraph three.

He said and I let out a sigh, lowering myself onto my seat. "All this--All this is driving me nuts!" I hissed through gritted teeth. "Well. I found something that might help" he said and I looked up immediately, my eyes wide. He lifted the large book I hadn't noticed he was holding. It had a dark blue cover and was tainted by dust. It looked really old though. "What's that?" I asked and he placed it on my table. I read the title out loud with a frown creasing my brows. "Mystical Operations? Are you kidding me? How is this supposed to help? Where did you even find this?" I asked and he smirked.

She started walking; actually, she should have already reached her ‘house’ in downtown Mirthil, but she already changed her way and walked another path, leading to the most extensive forest near Mirthil, which is quite dangerous at night. Those rascals who are following her felt something amiss when they saw she directly entered the forest, they first hesitated, One of them braved and said with bravery, but his voice was wavering little, “She, little girl, can enter; why can’t we enter? It is just a forest, nothing else, and we have so many people on our side, what to fear, and we also have... Hehehe” With that, he patted his pocket, where he had his gun.

Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

The tip of my finger traced the picture of the sword as I read the same three paragraphs that I’d been reading for more than five dozen times. Without looking up, I used my free hand to summon another ball of smoke that brought the Book of the Damned from inside the cupboard where I’d hidden it to the spot next to my right thigh. “How do one cure Mad Wolf?” I whispered as I touched the book’s spine, hoping that the book would open without its lost key and yet again, it was merely wishful thinking. The book wouldn’t budge. Nothing happened. Everything was quiet and still for a moment.

I wasn’t happy because Tristan can also use the spell, but I was happy because I could get to know more about the spells I'm using, which I'm sure would be in this book. The pages of the book were old. It's like it's telling the story of a thousand years gone by. The edges tingled with the passage of time. I opened the first page, and the texture of the paper was worn and soft under my fingertips. Unlike the other books, which don't have anything on their first pages, this was different. ‘Moonlit Enchantments: A Guide to Werewolf Magic,’. It was written on the first page. The scent of mystery lingered in the air like a ghostly presence as I took a quick glance at Andrian.

“Perfection.” More, but still the way of like a puzzle in the game that they are decoding one after the other with their minds and ahead of each other. Their conversations that are complicated to the fool and normal ones are the thrill and fun to the supreme and intellect. Down with a bit of love, more on the horrors and mystery. This book and world are one damn a uudecoded mystery. Won’t you agree? “Shall we?”