Book Basement Novels & Stories

Into a basement I didn't even know existed. The room was small. Dark. Lined floor to ceiling with shelves. And every shelf was packed with books. Scrolls. Documents. Leather-bound journals with pages so old they looked like they'd crumble if you breathed on them wrong. "Tormund," I breathed. "What is all this?"

"I found the books you asked for in the basement archives, Section 4-B. I will be there at 4:00 PM today to look at the old records. I need help understanding the data." She hit send and immediately logged out. She cleared the browser history and stood up, her heart beating hard against her ribs. Now, she just had to wait. Lucy spent the next hour wandering pretending to look at art history books. When the clock struck four, she made her way to the elevator. She pressed the button for the basement. The basement was the oldest part of the library, most students avoided it because the lighting was poor and there was no cell service. The elevator doors opened and Lucy stepped out into the darkn

He says, pushing me through the door and into the store. I lead him to the back room where Mrs. B put a bunch of comfortable couches and armchairs as well as lamps for gentle light. Bookshelves line every wall, stacked to capacity with beautiful leather bound books. There's even a bronze, gliding ladder that she doesn't use anymore, but she calls it her pride and joy.

She’s always interested in what he has to say, which, despite my irritation with her, is actually sweet. I grunt in frustration while tugging every box open. Asher had asked for some papers to paint with his grandmother, and she had informed me I’d find some in the basement. I know if there was something suspicious in the basement, she wouldn’t let me come here for any reason, so I am very sure this place is just where they keep unnecessary essentials. But fuck, it’s so hard to find goddamn papers. I skim the bookshelf again, and my eyes catch onto something. A weird-looking book. Green and gold volume with no title on the spine. I tug at it to take a look, but it stops short, and there’s a

"How can I help you?" She asked as I walked inside. And I saw that the entire library was empty. "I need to know everything you know about Morda." I demanded. And she looked at me a little strange. "Follow me." She says. And she came out from behind her desk, and we headed to the back of the library and she used her keys to open a door at the back and we went down a flight of stairs to the basement. And when she turned the lights on I saw rows and rows of books that didn't look normal to me. Not the normal books that were upstairs.

“Um, in what way were you sick?” Belle released a sigh and then shifted her body a bit closer to mine on the couch. “To answer the first thing you would like to know, my reply would be yes, I have indeed read books like that. Those books are sacred and holy. My mom has a library in the basement of this mansion and that is where the books are kept.” My heart fluttered a bit and hope filled my heart. The books were here and that meant that I had the opportunity to learn more about what I was going through and the gift that the Moon Goddess had blessed me with.

There was a leather couch in the corner, a bar cart with expensive-looking bottles of whiskey, and a window that overlooked the estate grounds. It was the kind of room that screamed power and control. The kind of room that belonged to a man like Jonathan Hart. I walked over to the bookshelves, running my fingers along the spines. Most of them were business books, biographies of CEOs and politicians, a few on philosophy. Then I noticed something odd. One of the shelves looked… different. Like it didn’t quite sit flush with the wall. I reached out and pressed against it gently. There was a soft click, and the shelf swung inward.

The moon’s full tonight, hanging bright and white in the sky, and the woods are so quiet it feels wrong like the whole forest is holding its breath. The library’s locked up tight, but I remember Zara showing me a window in the back that doesn’t lock all the way. I slip inside, my heart hammering in my chest, and make my way down to the basement it’s cold down here, and smells like dust and old paper. Third shelf from the left. I run my fingers along the spines of the books until I find one that feels loose. I pull it out, and the whole shelf swings open like a door, revealing a small room hidden behind it.

I grabbed her hand, walking her down the stairs, not minding the way her palms became easily sweaty. “Oh… where do we start from?” The basement was large, with lots of doors. A dusty bookshelf with its wood almost giving out stood on the left side of the wall. “Maybe I’d get some books later, can I?” I ran my hand along the wooden shelf, brushing off some dust. I heard no reply from Leona and turned to her, raising a light brow, just to see her flushed as she rubbed her fingers against each other. “Hmm…”

Chapter 12 The basement was colder than Lena expected. Down there, the air smelled of wet concrete and something metallic—rust or dried-up blood traces, she suspected, and shivered. Noah's flashlight cast a very long shadow on the bare concrete wall. The room was empty, yet not empty. The room was filled with metal shelves stacked high with boxes that had dates and symbols on them. There was an old workbench in the corner, covered with dust, and a priceless bottle of wine beside it.