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At Ravenhall Academy, a hidden school where vampires rule the halls and witches stay silent. Seventeen-year-old Elara Morn has always tried to stay invisible. As one of the few witch students, she keeps her head down, studies hard, and ignores the whispers.

But when her roommate vanishes and a strange bleeding symbol appears under her bed, Elara is pulled into a deadly mystery. The symbol matches old stories of a lost spellbook , "The Crimson Grimoire"- a dark object said to hold spells powerful enough to destroy bloodlines and wipe out entire supernatural races.

No one believes Elara. No one but Cassian Vale, a cold, brilliant vampire student with secrets of his own. Forced into an uneasy partnership, the two begin to uncover truths buried deep beneath the school. Missing students, secret rituals. And a book that might not be a book at all… but something alive.

As the line between myth and reality breaks, Elara discovers that she’s more connected to the Grimoire than she ever imagined, and someone powerful wants her blood to unlock it.

The Grimoire is waking.
And it remembers her name.

The Crimson Grimoire

Elara stared at the creature before her.

It was a shape made of ink, spirals, and whispers- tall, cloaked, and faceless. Pages fluttered from its back like broken wings. Spirals glowed across its chest, spinning slowly like a heartbeat.

Cassian steppedin front of her, ready to protect her, but Elara reached out and gently pulled him back.

"No," she said softly. "I think it came for me."

TheGrimoire's voice echoed across the forest clearing, calm and cold.

"Youopen my pages with trembling hands.

But truth cuts sharper than any blade."

The Grimoire raised its hand, five black fingers stretching like branches.

Behind it, the trees twisted into shapes- Maris crying in a glass prison, the boy without a name screaming into darkness, Elara's face turning away.

Before you ask the real question?"

Elara stepped forward, her voice shaking.

"What book forgets its own author?

And wonders why the world darkens?"

"You didn't remember," the Grimoire whispered.

"And because of that… they paid the price."

And now the pages behind the creature glowed with red ink- flashing moments like memories caught in flame.

Maris, reading theGrimoire… alone.

The unnamed boy, Cassian's brother, trying to pull someone back before vanishing.

Elara, younger, staring at a spiral mark on her wrist and hiding it under her sleeve.

"I've never seen these," she whispered. "Why are you showing me this?"

"Because you have always been mine."

"Elara," he said, "don't listen to it. You're not-"

But she looked at him with soft eyes, and Cassian slowly let go of her hand

Her spiral was burning again, brighter than ever.

The Grimoire stepped back, and a large stone door rose from the ground behind it, shaped like a giant book, locked with three spirals.

"The Final Chapter."

But be warned, the truth is not a memory.

A small desk appeared before the door, made of bone-white wood.

On it: a single quill and a red page.

The spiral on Elara's skin glowed, pulsing to the rhythm of her heartbeat.

"Whatever it is… we do this together."

But as they stepped forward, it whispered:

"You may not like what she remembers."

Chapter Fifteen: The Book That Knows Your Name