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“Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.” “Any major standouts?” I asked. Andy nodded, a little too fast. “The history section.” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” “It’s not just world history. I found timelines on werewolf wars, vampire treaties, coven migrations, hybrid purges… and something that looks like pantheon lore. Like, actual accounts of god and goddess activity.” My lips parted. “Say that again?” He pulled a thin volume off the top of a growing pile and handed it to me. The title was in an old dialect—one I could read only because of the Goddess blood thrumming in my veins. Divine Imprints: The Last Age Before Silence.

My lungs could barely pull in air with him so close. I sighed deeply, trying to regain some control, some clarity. But it was useless. Daimon surrounded me from all sides—with his presence, his touch, his voice, his scent. I was sinking into him. It was then that I heard them. The whispers. They came with the wind, like an ancient lament, almost ethereal, wrapping around us. The temperature seemed to drop for a second, but his heat kept me alive. The whispers swirled around us, spinning like an invisible dance, scraping at the senses, and then a single word echoed clearly:

⸻ Finally— She whispered. ⚡ “The Witness.” ⸻ Silence. Absolute silence. ⸻ The Book of Origins immediately reacted. 📖 Its pages began burning. Not physically. Conceptually. Words vanished. Memories disappeared. Entire chapters of existence erased themselves. 🔥 As if the Book itself was terrified of the name. ⸻ 🌙 Before Dreams The Mother closed her eyes. ❤️ And a memory appeared. A memory older than any other. Older than Memory Zero.

A murmur spread through the crowd. “The forbidden texts?” “I thought they were myths.” “The First Scriptures were sealed centuries ago.” The old scholar slowly lowered himself to one knee, unable to take his terrified eyes off the woman before him. “They speak of the one who walks beside every soul at its final breath.” His voice cracked. “The one even immortals cannot escape.” Silence followed. Then, almost as one, dozens of nobles stepped backward. Someone dropped a ceremonial spear, the sharp clang against the stone startling everyone.

The air shimmers around me, and that’s when I saw them—figures emerging from the dust. I took a step back as one emerged too close to my feet, biting down a scream. They had no faces, no skin, no bodies; just ethereal forms that floated and swirled, each one a vague silhouette against the muted backdrop. The whispers surrounded me again, louder now, echoing through my mind. The voices of the man, woman, and child called out, resonating in my core. "The Oracle…" they intoned, each syllable heavy with emotion. "What is the price I must pay to get my answers?" I asked, awe and fear intertwining. The spirits gilded closer, their presence both intimidating and comforting. I could feel their essen

She stepped inside, the scent of old books and mildew wrapping around her like bad memories. The place was as quiet as a wault, with rows of bookshelves stretching into the distance. A few scattered tables sat under flickering fluorescent lights, and the dust in the air felt thick enough to choke on. Leila found the history section and grabbed the book Tom had mentioned. Eduard Yellen’s "masterpiece" on German aristocracy and their ties to ancient power. It was thick, the kind of book that could double as a doorstop or a weapon, depending on circumstances. She flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the boring content, but she wasn’t really reading. Her mind was elsewhere, piecing toget

Her brow is furrowed, aged skin creased. "What's that look?" I ask warily. "There is nothing, about whether you can become immortal again," she announces, once she had finished jotting down her results. She slams the book shut, dust billowing out, which I fan my hand through irritably. "Seriously?" "It appears to be barred by magic. This is a very unfamiliar territory, I don't think the wisest of Gaze Readers could navigate this." She gets up, shuffling over the creaking floorboards.

Evans said and Hazel placed the book on the table and wasted no time in turning the first page. She saw that it was blank and she took a quick glance at Mr. Evans before standing upright. She muttered something which was no doubt a spell and she placed her hand on the book. When she took her hand off, she saw a drop of red ink which started to form into words and she read, “The body is made mortal but there is an immortal body. If triggered, the inner body is quickened. The Chosen One shall make atonement on the land of ashes.”

he said seriously as I was just confused, here I am again, so slow to understand everything. "And who is that? What's the book of immortality?" I asked. He smiled as he looked at me. "It's Freeda, she's the key to mending the broken relationship between the vampire and the werewolves. She will fulfill the book of the beauty of immortality," he said then looked at the dark sky, there was a bright star, it was the Polaris. "The destiny is written in the book and no one can change it," he also added which made me more confused. Book? What the hell is he talking about?

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.