Drag Queens Library Reading の小説・ストーリー

They all scattered on the dark floor. The Emperor took one notebook, opened it, and read. “The Way of Dragons,” he skimmed the pages. “Fascinating …” Then he handed it to Quarth. “Please … spare my drafts …” Tears started fall on the floor, right under Estevan’s bloodshot eyes. “What’s this?” the Emperor picked another and read. “The Chronicles of Drava …” “No … Not that … please …” Estevan begged. “Not that … Your Eminence …”

“You know ladders exist.” I nearly lost my balance. My heart slammed against my chest. I closed my eyes breathing out. What’s with him following me around, today? Draken stood at the base of the ladder, arms crossed, golden eyes fixed on me with that calm, dangerous amusement he wore when he was trying not to be furious. “And you know knocking exists,” I shot back, gripping the shelf tighter. “It’s a library.” “Exactly. People are trying to read.” He stepped closer, one large hand resting on the ladder to steady it. “You’re supposed to be resting. Did you really think the guards wouldn't tell me my mate was wandering the palace after midnight?”

She plucked one book after another, reading the titles aloud with the excitement of a child at an ice - cream shop. "Oh, 'The Chronicles of Aetheria'... ‘seducing Mr Grey’ .... ‘How to drive your Lycan crazy’.... ‘Tales of the Lost Kingdom'... 'Legends and Lore of the Lycan Forest'... "Rise and fall of Lycan-werewolf treaties. “. Sera's voice echoed softly in the quiet library. She carefully selected a few promising books, cradled them in her arms, and found a cozy corner with a plush chair to sit herself comfortably.

For the first time since entering this cursed town, I felt something close to reverence. Nyra moved quickly, scanning the shelves. “We’re looking for anything that mentions rituals. Time. Or… her.” She didn’t need to say the name. We all knew it now. Lynore. We split wordlessly into different aisles. Pages rustled as we pulled tomes free, opened them, scanned their contents. The library smelled of candle wax, though no flame had burned here in decades. Half an hour passed. Then Thalia’s voice broke the silence. “Here.”

Not that I bothered too much, Lewis was keeping the kings information and orders to himself and for that I was silently grateful. Dancing was really becoming easier, every single time I'd practice with Lewis I'd get just a little bit better. I'd become a lot more fluent with my moves, and I'd even received a very small amount of praise from the queen herself, I was shocked to say the least. I was currently in the library, Lewis had just stepped out leaving me with a palace guard whose name I did not know. I was sat, on the comfortable sofa with an extremely thick, leather bound book written by the very first king of the lycanthrope. His words were dreary and the book was long, I was only 11

“Girl, you better! You were born for that role. You’ve got that ethereal suffering beauty thing down. No offense girl but I mean, have you seen yourself in a mirror lately? Guinevere is literally trembling.” “I’m not trying to tremble,” Elara muttered. “I’m trying to survive.” “Same thing,” Cat shrugged dramatically. “Come to the library with me? I wanna read over the original script. I’m gunning for the Queen’s Maid or something background-y but dramatic.” Elara followed without protest. The library was nearly empty, golden early afternoon- light spilling through the tall windows. The old wooden shelves were heavy with books, and the scent of dust and ink was oddly calming.

Roxanne came out of nowhere. Arlen shut the book at once, fearing she may get upset for snooping. But Roxanne merely glanced at the cover and flipped through the pages, eager to show them to him. "This is a history book. It holds a compilation of important events concerning the Kingdoms of Slora. It's is a special edition from the forbidden library, and you're not allowed to read it." She took her seat. " But I can read it to you," Roxanne added when the youngster lowered his eyes.

Drew’s popular face slack with puzzlement that left a few girls that walked by giggling with mirth at his expense. “Either way though,” Clay continued, still moving forward with a light simper on his face, “this is the one. I’m sure of it.” Drew’s footfalls started up behind him, and Clay chuckled at his next words while he made his way to counter where a pretty librarian was waiting for them. Blonde curls a ring of gold around her head while her manicured nails plucked the book from him. “You only read encyclopedias or manuals on chess. How are any of the books you looked at anything like that? They’re fiction?”

The library of the Ironfang Pack was usually a sanctuary of quiet contemplation, filled with the scent of aged parchment and the hushed murmurs of ancient knowledge. Now, under Adriana’s focused gaze, it felt like a sacred ground, a place where the truth of their lineage and power was being unearthed, piece by challenging piece. The air, though still carrying the faintest residue of the magical drain, was now infused with Adriana’s determination, her own inner fire pushing back against the lingering unease.

Only a few lanterns were lit, casting dim golden light across the tables. Draven sat alone at the far end of th empty library. From the outside, he looked calm—leaning back in his chair, one arm resting lazily on an open book as if he were studying. But his sharp silver eyes were not on the book. They were scanning the shelves. One by one, he pulled out old scrolls, pretending to skim them while his mind worked fast. Every title spoke of wars, sealed powers, nothing special or linking to what he wanted. There is something rotten in this place, he thought, but he is yet go figureit out.