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“They knew what they were doing. But maybe-maybe, they used potions. Would they risk the easiness of runes? If I had them all, they-they would be so easy. But potions… they are all around but so, so, hard to manufacture…” I shifted my focus to the unsteady stack of books on the table and saw one on top with a red decorative cover that was so hard to comprehend but the image of red horns, which were in a deeper color, was easy to decipher. The title said; WOUND (Wolves Understanding of Demons) I was so shocked by that last word that I whispered out, “Demons?” The Zeta froze and I cursed, hiding myself behind the bookcase again. Escaping would be impossible because he’d see me running out of t

When she approached the owl, she could see his body was flinching in surprise, as if he didn’t want her to come any closer than she was now. “Yes, can you find me a book about the creatures that live in the Forest of Wonders?” She kept a safe distance. A frown formed on the owl man’s furry face, but in the end he agreed and wandered around the tens of thousands of shelves after asking her to wait on the sofa. However, she refused to sit back and followed the librarian while looking at the books. This time, she only looked it from a far without daring to touch the books, which were almost all dark. She didn’t want to go through the same thing again.

Just the soft rustle of pages and the comforting scent of old books. Only in stories, he thought, could he travel across oceans, through time, into the hearts of strangers without moving an inch, without lifting a finger. It was within ink and parchment that he found the most vivid adventures. Adventures that never asked him to sacrifice his stillness in exchange for wonder. And so, with his limbs weary but his mind slowly awakening, Arnav reached for a book. The kind of book that didn’t just pass the time, but gently stitched a man back together.

The moment she crosses the threshold and her feet met the cool, welcoming touch of her bedroom floor, she allows herself to sink onto her bed, the cushions yielding to her weight. With a deep sense of purpose, she extends her hand towards the book nestled on her bed, cradling it tenderly. Astrid could scarcely contain her curiosity, her fingers quivering with the exhilaration of the adventure awaiting her. As she opened the book, she was instantly transported into a world as captivating as the printed pages itself, where words spun tales of Supernatural beings beyond her wildest imagination. The book unveiled a hidden realm, one inhabited by nine extraordinary entities, each with its own uni

Specks of blood fly towards me, straight into my mouth. I have no choice but to swallow but the moment I do, a strange sensation takes over me. My mouth burns and my whole body tingles. A strange power, this feeling of invincibility, of superiority, moves within me. I can feel my wounds healing at an incredibly fast rate. All this power at my fingertips. I can feel a growing disconnect inside of myself, a separation of entities. The assassin moves forward and I want him to stop. And he does. I don’t understand what is happening.

The softness of each page with its hardened exterior sent a warmth through my body that no human could ever provide me. It’s been so long since I was able to actually hold a book like this in my hands; the astronomy book that Bob had given me to study was alright. It was better than nothing, but it didn’t give me that same sense of purpose and mystery as a book with a story does. Transporting my brain somewhere different; somewhere peaceful; somewhere that change is possible, and no dream is too big.

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At the very least, she was relieved to escape the confined space of the kitchen. As Marcus worked at the sink, Vivienne wandered back into the front room where her curiosity got the better of her. She drifted over to the bookshelf in the corner of the room, her fingers tracing the spines of the array of worn paperbacks and hardcovers in a variety of colours and sizes. Expecting to find typical bodyguard or espionage novels, she was taken aback to discover a collection dominated by high fantasy titles and series. Lord of the Rings, The Way of Kings, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Witcher, there was even a collection of classic fairytales.

he asked, his voice quieter this time, as if afraid to disturb the peace of the shop. I glanced at him, “I love them,” I said, running my fingers along the spines of the books. “They’re like an escape—a way to step into another world, even if it’s just for a little while.” He nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a moment too long. “I get that,” he said, his voice barely audible. I stopped in front of a section labeled Legends and Lore. The titles immediately caught my eye: The Myths of Moonsdale, The Wolves of the Moonlight, The Moon’s Chosen.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)