Franklin Library Leather Books Novels & Stories

“At the top of the second shelf in the library, you’ll a book wrapped in brown leather. Rumor has it, that it belonged to Sofia and it used to be her favorite. It’s the only thing left of her in this house.” Leah’s brow lifted. “Good, that should give me something. Thanks Rachel, I’m out.” With that, she left the cellar and went straight to the library. She followed Racheal’s directions and reached for the book. It was covered in dust and cobwebs. Leah coughed as the dust filled the air, restricting her lungs. The initials “S.A” was written on the abstract page of the book in bold letters. She placed the leather-bound book on her lap with reverence, brushing away the lingering dust with her

she retorted. "Oh, please. Her life isn't at stake here. But yours is." I took the drenched books out of the bag and tossed them on the coffee table. They had a particular smell to them. I picked one up and examined it. It seemed to be bound by animal skin. The paper used was papyrus and the ink used was... I took a closer look and then took a whiff. Blood. There was no doubt that these books were invaluable. She walked closer to them and I saw fear slither into her eyes the moment she read the titles. "He knows."

People destroyed what they wanted forgotten but they rarely destroyed everything, something always survived. By the time I reached the oldest section of the library, dust covered the hem of my dress and cobwebs clung to the shelves. I ignored both and moved deeper into the room, searching through records that looked old enough to crumble if I breathed too hard. Most were useless, then I saw a black leather book wedged between two larger volumes, it had no title, only a symbol pressed into its cover… a crescent moon surrounded by tiny flames. I froze as my palm burned then slowly, I reached for it. The instant my fingers touched the leather, heat raced through my hand so violently that I near

Her eyes glanced around tiredly as if searching for a moment pleasure to take her mind off all her worries That was when she saw it. A slim volume, left carelessly on the stone ledge by the archery racks. Its cover caught the last flare of sunlight; dark leather, too fine for any trainee to own, stamped with an emblem she did not recognize: a coiled dragon, its tail devouring itself, scales shimmering faint green as though alive. Fru frowned as she muttered to herself "The library rarely allowed such books into circulation, especially ones marked with sigils. Who owns this?" She wiped her brow and reached for it, curiosity overriding the tired protest of her muscles. The title was etched in

My fingers hovered over spines until I found what I wanted: a thick book bound in dark leather, the title stamped in faded gold. WOLF TRADITIONS & BONDS: A GUIDE FOR COUNCIL AND HOUSEHOLDS I lifted it off the shelf and stared at it for a full five seconds, because no part of me enjoyed the fact that this existed like it was a homeowner’s association handbook. I set it on the table and opened it. The first page had a handwritten warning in neat block script: THIS TEXT IS FOR PACK USE. DO NOT REMOVE FROM LIBRARY. Beneath it, someone had scribbled, smaller:

Others were modern thrillers and contemporary fiction, their glossy jackets still vibrant. But then she came to a section that felt...different. These books weren’t stacked like the others. They were nestled into the shelves like treasures, rich, cracked leather covers, some with gold foiling so worn it was barely legible. Her hand paused over one that read, The History of the Black Moon Pack. Her brows knit. “Pack?” she murmured under her breath, pulling it from the shelf.

I would slip inside, hide in one of the far aisles, and cry until I had no tears left. I smiled faintly at the memory as I greeted the librarian, who recognized me immediately and gave me a warm nod. The section on Moonwhisperers wasn’t hard to find; it occupied an entire wall of carefully preserved volumes with a small sign at the top of the shelf that read “Fragile.” I selected several books that looked promising and settled into one of the oversized leather armchairs tucked into a quiet corner near the back.

But I couldn’t shake the image of her under the Hunter’s Moon, of the way something about her had changed since that night. The library itself was quiet, the air heavy with the smell of old parchment and ink. The main shelves were all in order and pristine, but I ignored them, heading instead for the back alcoves where the forbidden shelves stood behind a simple glamour most students never looked past. A brush of magic from my hand sent it scattering away, the crackle of its return hanging in the air. The forbidden books were in plain sight, their cracked leather bindings and darkened spines far more enticing than the rest of the collection. Books that were too dangerous to be read casually,

Alexandru Point of View I stare round the Library, and I feel a sense of pride at Rick, at our Pack. He really did funish it, equip it wuth everything it needs. There are huge shelves, reading nooks, everything to make reading comfortable. I carefully open the pack of books, and arrange them on the shelves, the way Francia wants. We have gotten a little bit close, She's very hardworking and passionate about what she does. "If that book falls, I'll bundle your ass out of here." She snaps, almost making me drop the books

The complete volume of the World Almanac on the top row, varying books about business and commerce on the middle, and a compilation of untitled white leather-bound books on the bottom. The white books caught my attention quickly. Weird. It looked specifically custom-made. I was almost tempted to open one of them when I found a familiar-looking book placed singularly at the far corner of the shelf. It was bound using black lamb skin. The title written on the spine made me frown as I read it. ‘The God’s Emerald Eyes.’