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Aside from complicated arrays, it also contained words I could not understand. One page in particular made my heart go cold. On it was a diagram of how to position the shoes, and written by its side were these words. [The summoning is complete on the seventh day.] I put the things back in their original position and fled to the living room. Yvonne was using OCD as an excuse to cover up the mysterious ritual she was performing! Tomorrow was the seventh day. With trembling fingers, I picked up my phone and sent a message to Henry. [Henry, I’m sorry. Yvonne is really performing the ritual, and tomorrow is the seventh day! Where are you now? I need help!]

They fell silent, unable to provide a solution. “Oh, right!” Dempsey suddenly remembered something and said, “I’ve read in an ancient book that there is some kind of magical herb in the Greater Realms. It’s called the Herb of Reclusion. It’s capable of hiding one’s aura. There’s also the Soulblue, which can mimic any race’s soul aura. As long as you can find these two plants, you can hide your human aura and copy the Doom Race’s soul aura onto yours.”

Although the light wasn't strong, it was enough to see clearly. "The Ten Life Flames?" Bartholomew looked at Sebastian in shock. It was a difficult technique that Otto Zallen, the founder of the mystic arts, had only used once. Bartholomew had been doing geomancy for his entire life, but he had never managed to find any books on it. Sebastian had just casually used Otto's most famous technique! "If you don't come out to meet me, I'm going to leave." Sebastian smiled faintly in the direction of the second floor.

the blond woman thought out loud “did you find anything at the cabin?” Thomas nodded and hand her the book, she was excited to see a tangible clue. “The Petit Albert?” She recognized it, she read about it in one of Sister Margaret’s list of occult books, and this was one of the most popular “The little Albert, this is an extraordinary find.” “It was the only book on the shelve of the library of the druid’s home” Thomas said putting the find of the tome in context. “Since the rest of the library was empty I assume that the necromancer walked to the abandoned house, took the books off the shelves and forgot this one behind”

He knew the path from the book: a narrow goat trail leading to a hidden cave overlooking the battlefield. He found it—a dark fissure in the cliffside, pulsing with a malevolent energy. Inside, on a crude stone altar, sat the artifact: a black cube of obsidian, veined with crimson light that throbbed like a diseased heart. He could hear the distant sounds of battle—the grunts of men, the sizzle of Keith’s fire magic, the unearthly shrieks of disintegrating ghouls. It wouldn't take them long. He had to move.

“I could be talking about them the whole week, and still, I couldn’t say anything concrete. Basically, they’re believed to be energy currents that crisscross the earth everywhere. The idea was born in England after the Great War, and it’s been always looked down upon as new-age hippie gibberish. They’re not scientifically measurable per se, so far, but they say their effects can be felt or tracked down along history. They can’t even make up their minds about whether they flow over ground or underground.” “Cool, nice librarian intro. Now spill the beans. What d’you know or believe about them?” Amy laughed. “I think they’re underground currents of telluric energy and they are like rivers. Some

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

"You've got no right to talk about love. A hidden girlfriend? Nah, just my replacement." Anger surged within me. Before I could shoot back, her smile turned cruel. She shoved past me, knocking my shoulder hard. "Know your place." Her footsteps faded, leaving me clutching my chest. The pain was unbearable. Luke failed me, but Karma always came back around. Once I calmed down, I went home. Mike called. "Your fiancé got you an animal biology book with real specimens inside. Pretty cool, right? How are you going to thank me?"

Jake was trembling with the entire of his back drenched with sweat, his t-shirt clasping back into his skin. What the fuck! He was still gasping for breath from hyperventilation when he noticed something under the skeleton's hand. A book? He crawled towards the skeleton whose empty orbits were looking up at him, reminding him about the skull Cole had tossed at him except this was real! He slowly pulled the book from underneath the skeleton and turned it over. There was not much on it except for the fact that it was pretty old and heavy, with a symbol on top of it. He had seen that particular symbol many times before. A five-pointed star-the Pentagram. It had fine golden edges.

“I am sorry sir, but there is no record here of a Colette Smith. Just to ensure that I spelt this correctly. Is it spelt C-O-L-E-T-T-E S-M-I-T-H?” I nodded and she shook her head. “There are no records here with that name.” “Okay thank you.” What the hell?