Drag Queens Library Reading Novels & Stories

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

"Long ago, humans called me many names….but the one they remember most…is the Queen of Dragons. My stomach dropped. The Queen, not a queen, but the queen. Every child in Adengard grew up hearing stories about her. You know, Legends, myths, warnings. Nobody had seen her for generations. Well, I'm pretty sure nobody back home has ever seen a dragon, talk more or less of the Queen of dragons And now, now she was sitting in front of me making jokes. "You look disappointed." "I'm just confused." "That's fair." I sat on a fallen tree nearby because standing suddenly felt exhausting. Astria watched me with obvious amusement. "So," I said carefully. "Why can I hear you?" "Dragon bonds." I frowned. "

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

“But your life is worthless. You have nothing to trade.” “I beg you...” “Do not ever beg you Lyoki queen. It does not become you.” She smiles, black and rotten teeth appearing from behind her black lips. “But I will take something before giving you something.” With horror and the ability to do nothing but watch, the hag leans over each of the boys, muttering some kind of incantation, her fingers wiggling above them. Before my eyes and through my tears I watch as she siphons their essence, absorbing it through her face and swallowing it down her mouth.

Screw Alexandra and her stupid winter gala. Lydia repeated this mantra for what felt like the hundredth time as she pushed through the heavy library doors, nearly smacking a fellow student in the process. She didn’t apologize. Her mood was way too crap for manners The fact that she was spending her free period digging through dusty archive instead of, well, literally anything else was just further proof that Alexandra freaking Moreau had way too much power over her life right now “Coat checking,” Lydia muttered under her breath like it was a curse word. The librarian sent her a glare over her glasses. “What the hell do I even know about being in a committee?”

Sunlight filtered through high, narrow windows, cutting across rows of ancient portraits, kings and queens staring down in oil and gold leaf as if judging the trio’s intrusion. Rayan made a show of bowing to one particularly stern-looking ancestor, whispering loudly to Louis, “I bet she wrote half the scrolls Liam’s about to bury us under.” Liam didn’t bother to scold him. He simply pressed his palm to the heavy oak doors of the main library and pushed them open. A soft hush of old parchment and candle wax drifted out, and the flickering light of enchanted lanterns glowed along the endless shelves. Once inside, with the doors shut firmly behind them, Liam paused by a long reading table, turn

Her hands tightened on the book as she held it up to her chest, tightly. Her legs shook slightly as she made her towards the chair. The scent of tobacco and rain filled her nostrils, registering a name at the back of her head. Xandros. She gulped. In all of her lives both in her imagination and reality, never had she expected to see Xandros sleeping. In a library of all places. A book was opened before him and she could see the title atop on of the pages. Tales of the dark. It was a book for Lycans. She could make that out, not that she would understand a shit about it. What she knew about them were the stories told. Nothing more.

She winked at me. “I would assume you are looking for some background information? Dragons perhaps?” She studied me. “Dragons…why would you say that?” My mouth dry, I found myself reaching for Helen, afraid Mina might be more of an enemy then friend. I’m here if you need me, always. I breathed a sigh of relief, I wasn’t alone. Librarians are neither good nor bad, they don’t usually bother themselves with trivial details- she should be able to help. Let her.

' he completed as they all stared at the library,open mouthed. All the different Squads there could be in the hero league were already in the library, poring over books. Some were hunched on tables, skimming through some books in full concentration. Some Squads were dragging books with some other Squads. It was a tipsy-turvy of a scene! Some were up on the numerous ladders trying to reach the books at the highest point. Some were even flinging the books away in annoyance as it didn't have what they were looking for.

She hated me for no real reason other than the fact that I always came top in class. “Going to hide in the library again?” Lana sneered, stepping closer and knocking my books out of my hands. Her friends laughed. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you? Walking around like you own the place just because your mom married some rich guy.” I bent down to pick up my books, cheeks burning with embarrassment. A small crowd was already forming. “Leave me alone, Lana,” I said quietly. “Or what?” She kicked one of my books further away.