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The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

She tossed the rubbish into a basket at her feet and flipped through a couple of open books curiously. “The Holy Inquisition,” she read the title of one of the works. “Heavy,” she took the book and put it down. - So, what do we have? "The Powers of the Elemental Witches," an entertaining read. She opened it about half way through and ran her eyes over the yellowish sheets. “Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work.

It is just. 'Just what, Andrew?' Andy asked sarcastically. 'a fantasy you just want to fulfill? A curiosity you want to satisfy? An itch you want to scratch? And you tell yourself that afterwards you will be okay and move on with your life?' he mocked me. 'But you have already scratched the itch the first time and yet your curiosity has not been satisfied, your need to live the fantasy has increased rather than decrease and the itch has become something much more. It is now like a virus in your bloodstream and your continual denial isn't going to save you from this one', Andy said, really furious. 'Embrace it and stop living a lie and waiting for a she - wolf who might never look at you with

, I hiss at him angrily. “Oh I see, our little red riding Hood turned feisty?”, alpha ace comments making me clench my hand in anger. The fear inside me turned to anger, so much anger that my body started producing magic without my knowledge. The green flames around the tips of my fingers came till my wrists.

"But there's a spell... It's dangerous but it might be what you're looking for. Please don't hurt us." "Show me," I snapped stepping back to give her space. Henry's eyes glowed gold warning the witch his wolf was alert and ready. She rummaged through dusty old books flicking through the pages, scanning through spell after spell. Eventually she stopped her finger trailed down the yellowed page. An image of a twisted, monstrous wolf more Lycan than werewolf filled one page, lines and lines of foreign words filled the other. I snatched the book from her admiring the muscular depiction of the wolf. It stood on hind legs. Red blood dripped from it's teeth, the only color in the black and white im

It was this stupid thread in my chest that tied me not only to my love but to other people who I don’t even freaking know, let alone should care about at all. I felt fucking stupid. I shoulder open the metal door to the bookstore which was located in the same building as the dining hall. The bookstore consisted of everything we’d need for a successful school year. Which included the backpack Xaden had gotten for me. There were also journals, notebooks, pencils, erasers, and oddly enough, art supplies. I didn’t even know art was a class that could be taken here. There were also small ‘emergency wands’, first aid kits, fur coat shine, claw buffers, crystal balls, and tons of different charms,

One Week Later I have been contacting everyone I know to try to find a job. I do not want to cash the check Cole left for me. I may have to soon though. I sigh in frustration as I sit on a park bench. “Hey I know you,” someone says. I look up and staring down at me is a gorgeous man. I am not even interested though. What has Cole done to my mind? “I don’t think so,” I tell him flatly. “Yes I do you are Cole’s witch,” he says. “How do you know? Oh wait you’re a wolf aren’t you?” I ask. “Yes I am Alpha Joseph Ayers of the Night Moon

It was the first thing that would pop into her head every morning, and it was the last thing she'd think about every night. Apart from her short, necessary trips to the other parts of the apartment, she'd barely gone out of her parents' bedroom. Since she hadn't gotten any useful book from Silverfish, she'd resorted to using the wonders of the Internet to discover more things about the Underworld and its creatures. The things Kat had learned, in no particular order: 1) Reading e-books were not as fulfilling as reading physical copies; 2) There were so many websites in the world and just thinking about it made her head spin;

“Diana, Mom had called me, so enjoy yourself here. I’ll be back shortly.” I nodded, and she strode out of the library, leaving me alone. I moved toward the werewolves section and started looking for a book about history or anything related to my golden wolf. But I found nothing. I became frustrated. She has a vast collection and not a single book on Golden Wolf. Puffing, the air out of my lungs, I looked around the library, and a book in the witches section caught my eye. I retrieved it. It was the book “The Whispering Witch of Willowdale” with the witch’s history. Not getting what I wanted to read, I decided to read it, so I took it and went to the coach. Settling on it, I opened the first

Zora held it out to me, "this belongs to you." I gingerly held the book between my fingers in fear it would disintegrate to ash if I was too rough. The leather on this book had been embroidered with purple thread—the image of a howling wolf's head being formed. If I listened closely enough, I could make out faint whispers coming from the book—a cacophony of different sounds urging me to do one thing: open the book. "The wings called to him the way the wolf calls to you," Zora explained. She moved to exit the room with one last statement, "Only one person would make a better queen than you and when it comes time for them to rule, you will be proud."