Romans & histoires Zapped Book

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She slowly looked at me with a heart broken expression on her face. "Do you not love me?" She whispered. "Give me my book." I ordered Zavier when my powers felt like it had finally came to a stand still. Zavier brought the book towards me and opened it up. Ariella lazily looked at the book with lifeless eyes. I turned my attention to my book and used my free hand to turn to my realm. I waved my hand over it and when nothing happened I chuckled as I closed my eyes. The book was closed with a bang and it sounded like Zavier was stomping to his seat.

I add. She smiles up at me, “I love you too Troy and I don’t want to leave you either but duty calls.” I sigh, “Can we at least stop fighting and go back to bed.” She laughs, “Troy that wasn’t a fight, I was just giving you space to think and I also did a little digging about Zane’s uh problem.” She takes my hand and leads me to a seat. I frown wondering what exactly she means by digging. “Harper and I went to the library yesterday and found a book on Vladimir, it tells the story of how he became a Vampire annnnd about his four loyal soldiers.” She looks at me to make sure I’m following.

I went to keep the art supplies when I noticed something that looked like a journal or should I say diary . I shouldn’t open it, it looks private and personal but then it’s my Pack and I don’t whatever I want. Out of curiosity, I swiftly dropped the art supplies and picked the book smiling at her rough and bold hand writing … Well, that was a mistake because half of what was written in that book was an insult directed at me. “How rich of you Zara…” I whispered and I couldn’t help but smile when she wrote that my eyes looked as dark as a penguin's butt.

It was an image of Scarlet’s face. Caitlin felt her stomach roll with anguish. How had her daughter’s face come to be on this ancient text in a lost vampire library? Once again, she thought of destiny. It was as though everything had already been decided. No, it was more than that. If felt as though everything that was happening now had already happened before, as if they were living in a constant loop with history swirling round and round, repeating ad infinitum. The life she was living was just one cycle, one in which the outcome had been predicted before, but was not set in stone. She could change the premonitions and prophecies. Whatever was supposed to happen, she still had control over

I murmured quietly trying not to draw attention to myself. The picture in the first page of the book was Zemia, his siblings and who I assumed are his parents . I walked up to the Liberian with the book at him. “So is this fictional?!.” I asked. “No dear, it's history!.” She replied. I stared at the book in my hands “thank you!.” I told her and walked back to my seat. ^^^^ Zemia had an emergency call from Zephyr informing him about the current happenings in the underworld.

CHAOS’ POV I let my mind wander back to all that has happened today, the unending catching up and what not. In as much as it felt good to be alive, it didn’t help that this place awakened bad memories for me and to make matters worse, my innocent son, okay my semi-innocent son Xavier was here in this infested pack.

At me. “Just say what you want to say, Zeph. The floor is yours,” I demanded. “That’s enough,” Zarah spoke. “That’s why I already made a plan.” “Excuse me?” Amelia and I reacted and shared a look. “What do you mean, Zarah?” she asked. “I’m the book. Since they wanted the book back, then I’m turning myself—” “No fucking way, Zarah!” Her eyes glowed. “That’s the stupidest idea I’ve heard in a while.”

And he would burn the entire world before letting anyone touch her. Back at the mansion, Zaya wandered into the library, her mind clouded with unanswered questions. The scent of old books wrapped around her like a blanket, but it brought no comfort. She ran her fingers along the spines of the leather-bound volumes, stopping when she found one slightly out of place. Curiosity prickled at her. She tugged the book free—and her heart skipped a beat when the shelf clicked and slid open to reveal a hidden compartment. “What the…” she whispered, staring at the small safe embedded in the wall.

But before I could answer, the clasp on the book shimmered with light—and then unlatched itself. All three of us stared. "Did it just... unlock from your blood?" Andy asked, wide-eyed. "I think so," I breathed. "Creepy," he says. We all stared in silence for a moment, like the book might suddenly start glowing or chanting or floating off into the air. "She’s ready," Zerina whispered. "Now, we find the truth." I opened the book and carried it gently to the couch, holding it like something sacred—probably because it was.