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“Gavyn was forcing Fabian’s hands by using every trick he could from the ancient book.” My brows knitted in confusion. “What ancient book are you talking about?” The hairs on the back of my neck rose. There is only one book that I knew Warlocks possessed, but Fabian is guarding it with his life. That book is dangerous. It was not called The Book of Damned for nothing. The Book of the Damned contains powerful dark magic spells and is considered the most potent record of dark magic. If it fell into the wrong hands, who knows what may happen?

That was the last thing she said before she disappeared. A heaviness overcame me, pushing me to sit. "Frankie, bring me my grimoire." It had been a while since I did a protection spell. Even though my magic was weaker now and Princess Zenobia wasn't in this realm, I hadn't the slightest clue if it would work. Still, it was worth a try.

It was in the temple that my aunts first encountered witches and warlocks, learning the ways of magic under their guidance. These natural-born practitioners were patient and wise in ways that the adults in our lives never were. Their presence was at once calming and electric, like the silence just before a storm - alive with the promise of knowledge, of power, of secrets hidden in the folds of the world.

she said as they both reached for some homemade cookies Wanda had brought with her. "I would love to peruse your histories at some point if that is acceptable," the elf said, rubbing his hands together as if he talked about treasure rather than books. Then again, Rhychard assumed to a Lore Master Apprentice, books were a type of treasure. Tansy nodded. "You're welcome here anytime." Famallumi reacted like a child on Christmas morning. Rhychard just shook his head. The other witches, Alex Barrister and Kayla Lewell, were seated against a wall of shelves, both sipping a glass of wine and whispering to each other in melancholy tones. Their faces showed the loss their hearts felt.

, I explained. She followed along, silently taking in the mass of the library. Zeus led me to our witch history section. Aurora's fingers skimmed the spines of the books as I slowed my steps. She gasped, drawing my attention. She was holding her hand to her chest, staring at the shelf with shock.

The minute the word came of her condition I was going, it would take more than this world could offer to stop me from going to her. That fucking dragon annoys the hell out of me, but I need to admit he does seem to care for Emerald; and good job too. I had been going through their restricted library for about an hour when I found a book, a book that was dripping in power. The same power that dagger held. My hand hovers over the old worn leather binder, allowing my magic to feel the book out before I touch it.

Anna clicked her tongue, "so tell me, Anita, who wrote the four books?" "The books were written by Adele," Anita said, "your grandmother. The first queen of the witches. That is when you were really Zaekyr." She said. "Adele?" Anna stared at her. "Yes. But she only wrote the first three books." Anita said and hesitated, "As you can see the last book is full of dangerous magics and spells, including the death spell, that's why you can't memorize anyone of them and that's why the book was not able to be copied into different pages, because the writers would inevitably learn the spells and die before they can learn to control it."

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Dust motes spiraled through the shafts of late afternoon light, settling on rows of books that seemed to be holding their breath. Which meant something was happening elsewhere in the house. And that meant Autumn wasn’t telling her everything again. Jade set aside her notes and flipped back through the Veilwalker Apocrypha, an unofficial, unapproved collection of personal spells, protection rites, and "soul-binding risks" that the Council had once banned. She’d borrowed it from Dominic’s private archive without asking. She found the passage at the very back. Handwritten. Tucked between two pages with salt-burned corners:

We both look out on the dancefloor, where Celine has started dancing and people instantly move, giving her space to move. "That is some kind of woman". Mark is staring captivated on the blonde vampire goth, before finally turning to me. "So you wanted to talk about wicca stuff ?" "Yeah". Honestly I also have to force my eyes away from her. It is like she has this power to keep Your attention. "I have read a bit about it, and as I said, I would really like to know some more. I thought you might know which web pages are usable or maybe some books you could recommend ? Everytime I read something online, I read the opposite on the next one. I don't really know what to believe".