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But he wasn’t. After moments of thick silence, Caitlin couldn’t take it anymore. She had to know. “Is it real?” she asked, cutting right to the chase. After a long silence, Aiden finally turned. And slowly, he nodded. Caitlin couldn’t comprehend what was happening. He was confirming her reality. This book. It was real. Everything was real. “But how is that possible?” Caitlin asked, her voice rising. “It talks about the most fantastical things. Vampires. Mythical swords. Shields. Antidotes. It’s thousands of years old—and it’s all in my handwriting. None of it makes any sense.”

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Gloriella's face twisted into a sneer " I won't kill you Nevaro, you'll rot in here till eternity since you didn't choose what's best for you!" She strode past him, opening the door of another room, she turned on the light and a glow of white light illuminated the room, lined up in a shelf were rows and rows of potions, metal chains and spikes, there were other shelves that were lined up with vials, she strode past them, stopping in front of a shelf filled with books. The books were lined up in alphabetical order, the same way Draco had left them, her heart ached at the memories, it all started when that little bastard was born, that was when everything started falling apart.

Akira scoffed, “I doubt the basilisk would want to have anything to do with her.” “I see…” Orion groaned as he picked a book from the collection, “harry potter and the chamber of secrets” “I see you're well versed in this lore..” Orion commented as they headed back to the general table. “Of course, who isn't, it was like a virus on the human world back then, everyone was well invested in that book.” “What was supposed to be a book for kids was widely loved by the adults…” “I mean, we wolves were poorly represented in the novel but I still love the book.”

But when he looked up, hundreds of other books were lifting and floating from the shelves, their pages bleeding and whispering her name. “Camela. Camela. Camela.” Her head spun, and her chest rose and fell heavily. “They want me…” Vincent held her tightly against him, his flame blazing so bright enough it illuminated the shelves like daylight. “Then they’ll have to burn for it,” he said. He swung his arm through the air, sending fire in a blazing arc that struck the shelves. The books shrieked, blood hissed, and their pages curled black, turning ash. But for every book that he burned, ten more emerged from the shadows. They surged forward, bleeding words that crawled across the floor and wra

With a sad smile, he answered. “I see. Then we have the same thought.” Roxanne smiled back, making Vladimir hand her the book he took from the shelves. "I understand; that is why you have the right to own that book. That book was written by my sister on the Deathly Blood she discovered and mastered before she died." He presented my wife with the family book that would be useful in dealing with my wife's awakened, untamed, but dangerous power. “Do you have the book about Bloody Saint?” Out of the blue, my wife wondered, almost catching Vladimir off guard.

Voldemort reported and pecked his mom on her cheeks "Hmmmmmm,yummy" Damien yelled from the dinning room with a mouthful of pancakes "Pancakes!" Voldemort exclaimed as he supersped to the dinning room leaving the woman outside who in turn laughed before joining the boys inside "Am going for a walk Mom" Damien yelled and supersped outside without waiting for his mom reply "Stubborn boy" His mother cursed as she cleared the table where they had ate with Voldemort supporting her INTO THE WOODS A young girl ran with great speed into the woods while her eyes glowed as she was been chased by a pack of wolves

One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion* She pulled it free. The book was heavier than the black tome from her father’s library, its cover bound in something that looked like polished shadow-leather, warm to the touch. She opened it carefully. The first pages spoke of layered commands, of weaving intent so precisely that the dead obeyed without resistance, of turning even the strongest-willed undead into extensions of the caster’s will. Raven’s breath caught. She looked up at Victoria. Victoria read the title over her shoulder, then met Raven’s gaze. She squeezed Raven’s hand once—firm, reassuring—and nodded.

Maybe she could ask Zoran if she could spend a couple of hours here every day. Walking down the isles, she noticed all kinds of books. Some on witchcraft, others on vampires, elves, unicorns, dragons.. everything she’s ever read a fantasy book about, there was plenty of information on it. Just as she was going back to the first floor to wait on Zoran, she saw it. The werewolf section. She couldn’t control herself. She had already glanced at all the other books but those. Slowly, she made her way over, looking at all the titles and covers. Finally, she found what she was looking for. Reaching up, her fingertips grazed the spine as a hand grabbed her wrist.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Wanna know what happened? The email. That’s what.” Lucas looked genuinely confused. “Email? What email?” Zehra faltered. “The email you sent,” “What the fu–” “Don’t swear!” she exclaimed, covering her ears. The teacher stopped fangirling about Harry Potter and turned to them. Lucas straightened. “Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.”