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That was not the reaction she had been expecting. “The pages are empty,” he stated, making Odessa look at him, perplexed. What did he say? Even Aria was shocked by his words. “That cannot be possible.” Odessa walked closer to the man to show him the pages she saw. “I read a lot of information from that book. It even said—” She trailed off. As her eyes opened in complete and utter shock. She stared at the book incredulously. “This can't be possible.” She dragged the book away from the librarian's hands with sudden force, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes in wonder to make sure she was not hallucinating.

He was grossly outnumbered and the odds were in the favor of Nikjin and his army. She wondered what had become of her father; of Monah, the head warrior, of Seisa, and the other servants. How many werewolves have already lost their lives in this cursed place? How many more would have to die before this nightmare was over? Tears ran down her muzzle from her closed eyes. A silly thought occurred to her that nearly made her giggle out loud. If she’d known that she was coming to an era of civil war, she should have probably gone to bed with the dream stone and her father’s hunting rifle that was stashed in their attic back in Fairbanks. That would have surely tipped this fight in the werewolves'

I entered and didn't see anything out of the ordinary; I checked the sections until I reached the top, and when I got there, it was like finding paradise itself. There was a padded reading chair, a drink holder, and a small ladder leading to the books there. When I carefully checked which ones they were, I let out such a loud and excited scream that all I could do was laugh with joy. It was too good; it was too cool for me. I took out my phone to send Alessio a perfect message: "I just discovered the library surprise. Thank you for buying my entire Wishlist and creating this amazing section with it. You've given me a thousand years of life, as well as brought out the best of my smiles... Wha

Something struck me as I browsed through the shelf: every single book we had in my bookstore back in the human world was on the shelf. How come? What manner of coincidence was that? It was as if someone had transferred the entire bookstore to his room. I ignored it and continued browsing until I saw an unfamiliar book. My hand reached for it and dragged it out from the back of the shelf. “The prophecy of a Luna Reborn?” I read aloud as I stared at the cover. It was nothing extravagant in design or aesthetics. It looked like a diary that was written by someone to another person. The fonts were neatly written along the lines of the book.

Somehow… He had always known this day would come. Matteo stepped beside him. “What are you thinking?” Alessio didn’t look away from the book. “I’m thinking…” He whispered. “…my brother spent his childhood preparing me to fight him.” ⸻ Mira slowly walked around the throne. “There must be another page.” Lorenzo carefully examined the binding. “This book is impossible.” “What do you mean?” “It isn’t paper.” Everyone looked at him. He touched one of the pages.

"No, maybe dad yes." "We won't ask dad because he won't tell us anything, besides he won't even let us get into the investigation we have to do everything on our own. Wait for me here and I'll go ask one of the guys if they know where she lives," he told me to which I nodded. When Lucas left, I kept looking at some books in the mythology section. A small one, made of leather, which had strange drawings engraved on it, caught my attention. I took it and read the title, it said: What is hidden in Telluride. How strange, I thought. I opened the book and began to read the first page:

In the center stood a grand pedestal, upon which rested an ancient tome. Leori and Adonis approached the pedestal with a mix of reverence and anticipation. The tome beckoned to them, its pages filled with the accumulated wisdom of generations past. As Leori opened the book, the words inscribed within seemed to come alive, whispering secrets of forgotten realms and uncharted possibilities.

This' where the meeting would be held. The small library at the wall is stocked with a few interesting books to use and pass some time. I pick up a book that attracts my attention, from a glimpse of it, I detect that it's a romance fantasy. The gold and red combination of the cover with the stylish golden fonts captivates me, the front has a young girl holding on her palms what looks like a magical spindle, with a glowing light around it. The title goes, "When you're alone." A subscript writes, "A supermodel story of the girl who single handedly achieves the most difficult goals."

About my complete lack of any plan for the future beyond "survive high school." At some point, I grabbed Mrs. Wonders's grimoire from where Skye had left it on the nightstand, and we started flipping through it together, reading her notes and observations. Some of it was practical—recipes for potions, instructions for spells. But some of it was personal—little comments in the margins, doodles, jokes she'd written to herself.

SELENA POV We walked into the library, and for a moment I simply stood there, unable to breathe. It was the biggest library I had ever seen, no, the biggest I had ever imagined. It radiated an ancient, almost sacred aura, like a world carved out of time itself. Every corner shimmered with quiet mystery. Long, endless shelves held scrolls, relics, and books of every age and era. Some were clearly older than kingdoms. Some pulsed faintly with magic. Some whispered as though they remembered too much.