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she replied and seethed at Kyle who gave her a hard slap across the face. “There is another thing,” Gazzeus said and rose to his feet. “I saw the mummified body of a young girl. Must have been up to a day since she dried but I noticed she had black blood.” “Black blood,” Aamon repeated in an uninterested tone and used his thumb to rub his forehead. His hand suddenly stopped moving and he shot his eyes wide before standing from his throne. “Did you say black blood?” he asked. “Yes, master. Isn’t it strange that the witches are back after a long time and the Nightbloods whom we thought were no longer in existence are now being used by them?”

Azrael said something in Japanese language that no one understood but I knew because Azrael had said it a few times when he was reading me a book. My heart is in your world. It was reference from an old author called Ushio Sakamoto. The book was called ‘Hearts with no bound’. It was about a humanoid male doll whose creator’s dying wish was for the doll to find a purpose to his existence, simply put to find a human that made his core beat and protect that human. He found that emotion with a female human. It was a classic piece that I had Azrael read repeatedly to me because it was romantic but tragic that it made me cry each time.

Some were made of leather, others of scales, and some in what might have been human skin. In the center, a pool of black water reflected no light. “The Library of Things That Were,” the ghost announced. “Every book here tells of the old agreement, the first prophecies. The Bridge especially.” Tamara moved to the nearest shelf. The books whispered as she passed, like they recognized her. “This one,” the ghost said, pulling out a book that looked like a piece of the night sky. “Start here.” Tamara opened it. The words weren't English. Weren't any language she knew. But she understood them.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

“Nothing special. Just a plain library. I already sensed something’s odd going on about her, so I sneaked upstairs out of curiosity and took this at least.” Takumi held his chin. It’s either those marks weren’t there before or Tomoya can’t see them at all with his plain vision. “So, what’s with that book then?” Scott asked, pointing the book with his lips. “It’s a grimoire, containing Shane’s family secrets. At least that’s what I’ve understood, so far,” Tomoya placed the book on the center table and opened it to the first page to where an inverted pentagram is drawn with droplets of blood covering the topmost part of it.

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

Harold peeled the paper Trisha had given him open. For above five seconds after, he studied the time table like it was the map to treasure Island. “‘Werewolf’, that's the name of the subject.” He fell silent for a while and studied the paper in his hands for even longer than he had the first time. “It's a new subject which we've never been taught. After that, we'll have geography.” They all fell silent as they remembered the old geography teacher, professor Ericson. If one thing was certain, it was that as long as the three of them existed, none was going to forget him.

My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling. I was dead. I'd been sold to the brothel, tortured beyond measure, devoured by dogs until nothing was left of me. And all of it—every last shred of suffering, every ounce of guilt I'd carried for "killing" my brother—had been one colossal, sick joke. A tidal wave of absurdity and bitter rage crashed over me. My spirit screamed in silence, howling, splintering apart. But when the crying was over, all that remained was a hollow, unfamiliar calm.

He grudgingly pointed to a door in the back corner without saying a word before burying his face back into the pages of what looked to be a horror novel. Shen and I walked cautiously toward the back of the store. The merchandise was just as gruesome as the clerk’s tattoos. Statues of miniature vampires in various poses mingled with statues of werewolf’s and other sci-fi monsters as they lined the shelves, while tee shirts sporting dragons and gargoyles hung next to them. I stopped and picked up one of the smaller statues of a vampire bending in a posture that indicated he was biting his victim. Its fine detail gave the statue a realistic look. I felt as if the vampire’s beady red eyes were l

Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.