My Kind

Naomi had read earlier about the war between humans and vampires. The black book had given her invaluable insights, prompting her to ask Zylan about things she still didn't understand though not directly.

She was grateful she had read it—at least now she wasn't as naïve as before. Yet, there was something undeniably strange about the book. It never indicated whether it was fiction or non-fiction. To add to the mystery, it had no author, no title, and its covers were blank. The pages, too, were as black as the cover itself, save for the legible text within. The absence of any identifying information made the book even more strange.

The more she thought about it, the more she realized that the book felt less like a piece of fiction and more like a hidden, ancient truth—one that had been concealed for a reason.