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“Kaszalo.” He sighed, cleared his throat. “Most people look at these and assume, as we do, that all of this is nothing but paper and ink.” He scanned the shelves, the volumes. “What they don’t know is these books have a life.” His eyes slowed, pausing on the antique letters stamped on the battered spines. The different heights, widths, colors. “Books are never just books. Never just paper, ink. Dust.” He looked at her. “These stories mean something. Even if those who told them disappeared long ago, these words are their voices, their lives. Still. “And there’s nothing worse than robbing someone of their words, right?”

The book was an ancient one from the looks, it had latin words and strange patterns written all over it. The only understandable word was the bold 'Garou' written at the top. I touched the book in Crescent's hand expecting to get the same reaction, but i didnt, it was just normal. I guess the book knows what it's doing, it wanted Crescent to open it. Scratch that, it wasn't normal, the feeling of touching the book was different from the feeling of touching a normal book. It felt like the book had a life of it's own. "Should we open it?" Crescent asked." I don't think we should, we aren't supposed to be here in the first place" I said and he agreed with me, then he put the book back in it's p

He asked saying my name slowly. There was but I would keep that to my self. "No." I whispered as I turned around. I slowly looked down at my book and opened it to chapter 35. My heart dropped and I shook alittle as I looked at the content that made no sense. "Go ahead explain it in your own words." King Alexander said in a coaxing voice. It wasn't very coaxing though because the jumbled mess of a book had tears forming in my eyes. "Ummm. It means ummm that nobody but the owner of the book can go to the point of all realms?" I asked as I tried my hardest not to shake.

Dear Readers, I would like to express my sincerest apologies for the delayed inclusion of this glossary in the book. As I reviewed the content, I realized the importance of having these terms and definitions available right from the start. They provide valuable context that can enhance your reading experience. Here, you will find a compilation of terms and their corresponding definitions that may prove useful as you journey through the pages of this book. However, please note that certain terms have been deliberately omitted from this glossary. This exclusion is intentional, as their inclusion would reveal crucial plot points and serve as spoilers. Rest assured, these terms will be explained

I said and turn around to leave when he said again. "Good luck with that" I just kept going not looking back. Actually, those words hurt me. him and Adrian have similar character in this case. When they mean to hurt you. You'll regret ever knowing them. Their words are more than sharp swords pieces your spirit, body and soul. Especially Adrian. Even though for years now. He doesn't use hurtful words towards me. I was heading straight home to ask my mom about that book..I was curious. if what Danny told me was true. What will they really be doing with the book? I've heard about the sacred book but never seen it and it was nothing like what he said.

I found myself trapped in their game, my eyes not able to tear away. The other option was reading the words I had for the past sixteen years. The book was worn out as my soul yet still I clutched onto it. I finally forced myself to open the cover and run my eyes through the words. None stuck as much as I tried but I pushed on because I would never forgive myself if I forgot even a single word in it.

“It's settled then, let's begin.” **** Vanessa, Xander, Kaida, the council members, and I all gathered around the stone table as I finally reached out, held the bomb then placed it on one of the stone tables. The moment my finger touched the book, the glow intensified and I felt a wave of energy surge through me. A calm breeze blew in the chamber, flipping the book open on its own. The pages fluttered rapidly before it settled on one particular one. The words were written in a language that I didn't understand. Strange symbols filled the page and were moving like they were alive.

AMELIA “I can’t believe it didn’t work,” I grunted in anger as I stabbed the sword into the book, and it did nothing. “It’s empty now, but a piece of useless old shit.” The book was around four inches thick. The hardcover seemed to be made of animal skin. The smell was like an old rotten dead rat. I was expecting suggestions, but everyone’s mouth was shut this time. “Really?” My eyes narrowed at them. “Now I need your unsolicited advice and you’ve got nothing. You, Theia. You’re very opinionated. What do you have in mind?”

she whispered, but the words were swallowed by the air around her. Then she saw it—a large, old book in front of her, resting on a pedestal. It was glowing faintly, its pages turning on their own as if guided by an unseen hand. There was a strange swan-like symbol in the center of the book, surrounded by a circle of light. The brightness almost hurt her eyes, but she couldn’t look away.

He saw the name again ‘The ancient words of the scribe’ That was the only thing on the side of the thick book. The cover was plain. This might be it.