Allen Library Novels & Stories

I take a breath quickly going over everything, trying to see if there was something I was missing or forgot to tell her. A vision of the library Althea took us down to where the mirror was hidden away, came to life behind my eyes. “The library-“ I whisper over the phone “Something about the library it just so…” “Can you describe it to me?” Lamia asks. “Huge, never-ending, old with rows upon rows of shelves full of old books. A fireplace with a stone hearth. Two leather wingback chairs and an antique table sat between them.” “Anything seem out of place?” Lamia’s tone held a waiver that was unlike her.

He descended, his steps measured. He stopped before us, looking down at Keila. She looked up, not shrinking back, but with open, curious assessment. “You are Keila,” he stated. “Yes. You are Mr. Luther. You build strong frames.” He blinked, momentarily thrown by her opening salvo. “I… procure appropriate structural support, yes.” He looked at me. “The call begins in twelve minutes. The library annex is prepared.” He led us not to the formal, austere main library, but to a smaller, brighter room lined with books that actually looked read. A large, low table had been cleared. A glass of milk and a small plate of perfect strawberries waited.

“Ow! Why did you do that for? I was thinking!.” “Thinking what?” Adlee scoffed. “It literally says ‘where knowledge lies.’ Where else would knowledge be? The rest of this place is broken columns and ruins.” He crossed his arms, looking immensely proud of himself. Pelin raised an eyebrow. “Did he just… use his brain?” I tilted my head, studying Adlee with exaggerated seriousness. “Hold on. Say that again.” “The library,” he repeated confidently. “It’s the only standing structure that makes sense.” Adem frowned. “What if it’s symbolic? Like… inner knowledge?”

He probably heard us fall. Alice gets up quickly and rushes to the door to close it. She reaches out her ear to see if he is moving away and I only get up when I hear her sigh with relief. "Follow me." She says as she heads down a hallway. "What is this place?" "You don't know?" She asks in a surprised tone. "It's a library for werewolves. There are many books about our origins and history. It's hidden so the humans won't stumble upon it."

The next day after the girls had breakfast they decided to try and find a library to get the last of their studying in before the challenge. After a long 30 minutes of walking around in circles the girls had found it. The soft creak of the ancient library doors echoed faintly as Aurora pushed them open. A gust of cool, musty air greeted her—a blend of old parchment, polished wood, and something darker. The scent made her pause, her hand tightening around the door handle as her heart gave a little lurch. Allie and Bella stepped in behind her, their eyes wide with awe. Iris followed last, her soft gasp barely audible.

I still had to put up an act and visit the damn doctor daily. A thought suddenly hit me. They claimed there are no records of Amy's existence. Where do they keep the records? I turned around suddenly, catching Falcon off guard. He stared at me skeptically. "Is there a library?" *** The pack house library is a warm, dimly lit sanctuary tucked away on the second floor, lined wall-to-wall with towering shelves of worn leather-bound books. The scent of old paper mingles with polished oak, and a crackling fireplace casts a soft amber glow across plush armchairs and a long reading table. Large windows overlook the forest, their heavy curtains drawn just enough to let in silver threads of sunlight,

“So, what’s the plan?” Azazel points to a large white building with columns and Greek words over the door. “Before we talk about the girl in the visions, there is some research we need to do. Follow me, please.” He says, gesturing for us to follow. The building is in a gothic style with large wooden doors. As we move through the lush green grass towards the building, the name of the building is revealed. It’s the library. It’s quite beautiful with statues of angels in various poses adorning the rooftops. From what I can see of the grounds, they are also well-groomed. There’s a square with paved paths and lush grass where students are lying or sitting with friends. Some are alone and working

Access granted. Heavy locks disengaged one by one. Clank. Clank. Clank. The circular door slowly rotated. Ancient air drifted out. Then… The lights inside came alive. Everyone froze. The vault wasn’t filled with gold. Or diamonds. Or money. It was… A library. Floor-to-ceiling shelves stretched endlessly. Leather-bound books. Rows of locked cabinets. Thousands of neatly labeled files. Computer servers still hummed quietly after twenty-six years. The Archive. Aurora stepped inside.

The fact that they were friends also made it enjoyable to spend time together that it didn’t feel like the two maids were even working. Salena looked around nervously as she tried to find a secretive way to leave so that she could meet up with Darius. Of all the places that he had asked to meet up with her, he had chosen the library that was located in the building of the Sacred Chambers. The library in the Sacred Chamber seemed to be tuck away in an unpopular part of the building. The entire floor was silent and void of life when Salena arrived there. It was apparent to her that the library wasn’t a place frequently visited by honorable maidens. She thought that it was a shame that the peop

“Here, you’ll find half the school pretending to study on the lawn during exam week.” “There’s a lawn?” Milo asked, looking around. “There!” She pointed. Students lounged in groups, some playing Frisbee, others lying on blankets reading or talking. “It feels like a mini town square,” I added. “That’s the idea,” Ava said proudly. “It’s where everything meets; arts, sciences, drama, gossip, heartbreak…you name it.” We continued walking, cutting through a stone path that curved behind the auditorium. “Next…The Library of Hills.” Ava spread her hands as we approached the tall, modern building made of glass panels that reflected the sky. “This is where your soul will stay for the next four years.