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Once again, I was in awe of the underworld. The archives were set up like a vast library, similar to the one Belle was obsessed with in Beauty and the Beast. The shelves started six inches off the ground and went until they reached the vaulted ceiling. Each bookcase had ten frames, and the bookcases were lined up side by side from one long wall to the next. Each shelf was lined with leather-bound books; glancing at them; I could tell they were arranged by title and publication date. The titles of the books were written in a language I couldn't decipher. Still, Samael seemed to know what he was doing as he walked to the far right corner of the library, grabbed one book, and then went to the o

Soon I had begun to take every book off the shelf, shaking the pages, just in case, it was in there. An hour passed and I was almost done with the entire bookshelf, but no sign of the damn card. Where the fuck was it? Another few books and I was on the last one, but that card was nowhere to be found. Did it maybe slip under? I placed another book down before looking at the shelf. It was large, made of solid oak. You could see that the bottom shelf was at least five inches off the ground but there was no panel I could take off. Slowly I tried to move the shelf, cursing when I realised it was bolted to the wall.

Typical library for sure. ßenlong then walks slowly staying vigilant as he is aware of the guardian of this floor will come out and give them a surprise attack. Alfi looks at his surroundings and he feels familiar with the back of the books arranged on the bookshelves he passed. As he is curious, he gets off from ßenlong and approaches one bookshelf in front of him. He then takes a book with red back. And his prejudice is right. “I... It’s...” He is shivering by looking at the cover of the book.

"I'll go to the library now." I headed straight to the library next door and hurriedly walked to the red-brown shelves. My fingers slid on their boards and surfaces; I wondered and awed at their smoothness, sturdiness, newness. The old termite-infested shelves could prick anyone, but these new shelves could put anyone in Paki-bato and their furniture in shame. On the shelves were books, which still had that bookstore scent, that air conditioner, mall scent I infrequently smelled. Kuya Ronny would have loved this.

I walked toward the shelves, lazily running my fingers across the spines of the books as I scanned the titles. History of Blood Clans. Treaties of the Northern Territories. Ancient Magical Structures. Boring. Boring. Also boring. Who actually reads this stuff for fun? I kept moving along the shelves until one particular book caught my attention. It looked older than the others, the cover worn and faded like it had been opened a thousand times before. Curious, I pulled it out. The moment the book left the shelf, something clicked behind the wall. I froze. “…Okay.”

Why she died. After giving a glare, he stood from the wooden chair and strode to the shelf behind him. The bookshelves seemed like they would collapse any moment under the pressure of the numerous books and files stuffed into them. Each one with a label, organised in neat rows on the shelves He looked at the third column and then at the fourth column. Each book was identical, but only the Mage would ever know every book and their locations. He took out a medium sized book that looked different from the others. It was bound with beautiful teal leather that caught my eye.

Different genres of books line the shelves, their spines whispering promises of forgotten tales and undiscovered knowledge. “Woah, how did I not know of this magnificent place?” Joy bubbles within me at the sight of this treasure. “Did Damon intentionally put that painting to lead me here?” My voice echoes in the vast underground library that looks the size of three chambers. My steps quicken, and I begin to explore the books on the shelves. There are lots of books- ranging from history books, to mind building books, fantasy, and other about the principles of being an Alpha. Other shelves have folktales, and even romance novels.

he announced. Helia drew closer to it and touched it. "It truly is." Helia brought out the key Alecto had given to her and afterwards, she inserted it into the keyhole. The key clicked by itself and immediately, the book shelf began to move. A room was revealed and they both gasped. Helia and Rendall walked in. They marveled at how many ancient-looking books were in the room. "This place is awesome, but we have to start searching for more books," Helia whined.

As he moved to the first floor, he noticed another similar lobby area, which was way more larger than the upper lobby area. There were several couches in one circular area, while a wooden fireplace was situated in the other corner. A gigantic bookshelf, with several books was placed in the other corner. Suddenly, the bookshelf caught Troy's attention and he noticed how similar it looked to the bookshelf in Eva's room."Only the colour of wood is different. Looks like, the bookshelf was a part of the royal palace and has been shifted here. Could it be that all this furniture belonged to the palace and that is why it is so classy and expensive?" Troy thought to himself, studying the luxurious c

’ I nodded to myself, running my fingers across the spines of books, some cracked and worn, others bound in strange leathers that smelled faintly of ash and herbs. The air thrummed, like the heartbeat of something alive, waiting... My eyes scanned every title until a corner shelf drew my attention. Hidden behind piles of dust and forgotten tomes were a few books. I went there, well, my curiosity pulled me there. As soon as I touched it, dust flew all over. I coughed, covering my face. Then again, I went forward. They're books related to kingdoms. Some plants, but then, at the end row of the shelf, I saw a book. It's leather cracked, its cover almost entirely obscured.