Allen Library Novels & Stories

BRYNNE The royal library annex is quiet, yet somehow, it feels so alive. Sunlight filters through tall windows framed by cream drapes, catching on the dust motes that drift in the still air. Lamps hang from the ceiling, their shine dimmed by the natural light. When compared to the main academy library, the annex isn’t large, but it has a warmth that the other one lacks. Shelves climb all the way up to the high ceiling, packed with books too rare for common hands. Carved chairs with soft, firm padding circle polished tables, and further in, couches sprawl lazily across rugs.

He had ordered the school material a while back, and he had gone to retrieve the newly arrived delivery. The library was magnificent with floating small light orbs that flew around in the hall. You could grasp one of them if you needed personal light. However, there was no need for it when grand, colored windows, with motifs that depicted historical battles, illuminated the hall. The gold roof was held up with wide, cream-colored pillars, giving the room a cozy, homely ambiance. Akana wandered up to the reception and asked to get his material on Relevian. The receptionist gave him a dark look.

At the library? Once Leah, Bliss and Vanille left with the boys, Aeliana slowly made her way towards the library. She didn’t know why. All she knew was that she was bound to run into the professor at least once more that evening. She pushed open the large wooden doors to the library and stepped inside as the cold air hit her cheeks. Letting the doors shut behind her she proceeded into the massive space. Her eyes ran around the entire area, searching for a tall figure in a beige trench coat.

No screens flashing security alerts. No biometric scanners every ten feet. For once, I wasn't entering a building that felt like it was waiting for someone to attack. It felt lived in. That was almost unsettling. Alexander led me down a long hallway. "There's something I want you to see." He opened two enormous oak doors. I stopped. For once, I had nothing sarcastic to say. The library was beautiful. Two floors of oak shelves climbed toward a vaulted ceiling. Thousands of books filled them, mixed with old maps, leather-bound journals, and several pieces I immediately recognized as first editions.

He needed something more considered than that. "Where are you," I said. "My room." "Stay there. I am coming." I was already on my feet. ... Alex's POV: The library was quiet in the way that libraries at this hour were always quiet. The afternoon session had pulled most of the Academy population toward the training fields and the practical blocks and left the reading rooms largely empty. I had a table in the far corner of the ancient history section, which was the least visited section for obvious reasons, and three books open in front of me and had been reading the same paragraph about pre-treaty pack boundary law for approximately twelve minutes without retaining a single word of it.

Chapter 18: Mapping the Grave The library smelled like old parchment and the expensive cedarwood Abram loved. Dust motes drifted through the shafts of moonlight hitting the floor, making the room look like a graveyard of dead ideas. I sat at the center of it, curled in a velvet armchair with a thick book on Lycan history propped on my knees. To the security cameras, I was a girl trying to learn her place. A "Good Little Alpha's Wife" doing her homework.

Harris immediately turned, looking at her. "I just want to get a book from the library," Alina said quickly. "I'm bored in my room. Please?" Mr. Harris looked at her with an assessing gaze, then nodded. "Library is allowed. But I'll escort you." "Fine." They walked together—Alina in front, Mr. Harris a few steps behind. Like prisoner and guard. The Blackwood mansion library was on the first floor, in a different wing from Daniel's study. But to get there, Alina had to pass through a corridor adjacent to the study.

The new reforms in the hospital were helping a lot, so I felt less guilty about my absence. I was thrilled when Dominic told me about the library. Not the public library— of course anyone in the Pack had access to that. It was the private library that one needed special permission to visit and peruse. The Alpha Stacks. It was down a secluded corner of the Pack house, through a nondescript door, down a spiral staircase into a subterranean vault. An ancient cavern with a controlled atmosphere that seemed to work like magic to keep books and documents in good condition. I was in Heaven, and began splitting my time between there and the hospital, doing research and studying histories in order to

’ He thought to himself as they turned a corner, heading to a hallway that leads to the library building. The library building has six rooms, three rooms each floor and those rooms have a designated genre of books. The school designed it this way to avoid crowding and too much noise. Library 2 holds psychology, philosophy and science, the Philosophy section being in the farthest part of the room at the last room on the second floor. The section holds a total of 8 bookshelves, all brimming full of books. At the 8th bookshelf, Hestia found Arthur entertaining himself with the ‘Symposium’ but Plato. Wallace treaded close by, hiding behind one of the bookshelf, crouched down and readying his rec

“Robert, she’s already dying that time. Of course, she had all the time in the world to explain it to me.” Robert smiled apologetically. “Sorry, bro … I’ve got nothing. But I think I’ve heard Alice before saying that she got her staff here in Winterrun village. You should look for some information in the Incantatus Bibliotheca … It’s popularly known here as the Enchanted Library.” “Where is that?” Arth asked, leaning forward. “From what I can remember, it’s located at the heart of this village … on the second floor of the Chief’s Den. But I’m afraid it’s only exclusive for the high class.”