Goth Librarian Novels & Stories

I walked around the library, looking for something to solve this problem. I couldn't believe why, in a state this bad, Noah wouldn't ask his dad for help. Was their relationship really that messed up? Even if Noah hung with a biker gang, I was sure his dad would still want to help his son. I was stumped because there were still a ton of students in the lobby. I couldn't just carry Noah past all of them. What was I supposed to do? Suddenly, I happened to see a librarian go through a small door that students didn't normally use. It looked like a special alternative door for the staff. I went up to the door and went inside. I saw a bunch of books scattered around. There was a small path that co

"You shouldn't be in this section," the librarian said from the doorway. He was old even for a vampire — his face the texture of ancient paper, his eyes the pale grey of overcast winter sky. He looked at Lena the way old men look at things they've spent a long time believing were gone. "This gallery is restricted." "The door was unlocked," Lena said. She did not move from where she stood, in front of a shelf of texts so old their spines had lost their lettering entirely. "I didn't break anything."

It was the two students who’d introduced the new Librarian and they seemed to be on their way to see their friend. Theodore slowed his pace to let them get ahead further. He didn’t have any classes in the second hour of the day and decided the girls would get some time to themselves in between classes. The three seemed so close. The professor frowned when he sensed a very familiar scent in the air. A scent that raised the hair on his neck and made his ears quiver in dread; the scent he’d grown up with in the house of the Gloom Elves. Daryl skipped into the library before looking around. A few kids beside Beryl and herself had also entered the massive room.

Writing, that's the only one thing that keeps me sane. I doubled up my steps so as to hide myself from the eyes of people. "Finally " I whispered softly, as I opened the old rusty door of the Library. Mrs Lola, the librarian held on to a clipboard and marker, as she bent over to cross examine some books on the monstrous bookshelves that looked like they could collapse anytime. As usual I am the only one who comes into the library this early. She nodded her head briefly like an agama lizard, I didn't fail to get the signal. It simply means I will be with you shortly.

Burgog wrote Lyla's name on a small piece of paper then took a duplicate and put it in a drawer. "Keep the card carefully. If you lose it, you will be fined." He warned. Lyla took the paper from Mr. Burgog's hand and put it in her pocket. The library had always been her favorite place. In fact, there was an underground library that contains books of witchcraf in her mother's house. However, the Gothic Academy's library was much larger. The books seemed to be countless. As she was selecting books on a row of towering shelves, her eyes caught the figure of a young man with shoulder-length black hair, talking to Mr. Burgog. The young man who Louisa had warned several times not to get into troub

He walked down the hall to the entrance, seeing the beauty of crystals and buildings around them, the librarian looked like a dark elf, long blue hair, blue skin, statuesque body under a name tag and a tight suit, was looking at them curiously. - What would you like? – He questioned. - I'd like to borrow it to read the friends' book. - He asked. - Sorry, due to several theft attempts we will not be able to borrow it for reading. - He said. - So, can I read it inside the building? – He questioned.

Chapter 18: Mapping the Grave The library smelled like old parchment and the expensive cedarwood Abram loved. Dust motes drifted through the shafts of moonlight hitting the floor, making the room look like a graveyard of dead ideas. I sat at the center of it, curled in a velvet armchair with a thick book on Lycan history propped on my knees. To the security cameras, I was a girl trying to learn her place. A "Good Little Alpha's Wife" doing her homework.

She follows closely behind us. “Nellie, do you know which section in the library we can find books on folktales?” I ask. “I’m not that familiar with the library, Princess,” she answers. “You can ask the librarian for help.” “I didn’t know there was a librarian.” Nellie points to a desk to the right where a vampire with short brown hair is sitting. “That’s Willow. She’s the new librarian.” “What happened to the old librarian?” “Unfortunately, Gaius was killed by Opal and Jacob that night they hurt you.”

I need to know any features or characteristics that could help me spot a werewolf next time it comes. I walked into the library and straight to the counter. I glanced around the library admiring the shelves of books. “Ma’am are you going to read something?” A staff in the library approached me, her voice soft and gentle as the wind. “Yes I am! Where can I get the books on the supernatural?” I asked. “In the inner room, aisle 17” she answered swiftly. “Thank you.” I went to the inner room to check for a book that could be of help at all.

A way to escape the truth that was consuming him from within. Because he was scared. He couldn’t imagine himself without her. The Darkmoor library was a mausoleum of knowledge and shadows. Shelves stretching from floor to ceiling held volumes bound in human leather, some older than entire empires. The scent of old paper, melted wax, and dried blood hung in the air like perfume. Lucian entered. The light from a few candelabras flickered, casting his elongated shadow across the walls. He closed the door and stopped in the center of the room, running his hand over his face once more.