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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.

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.

I pay half of my tuition every month and every time the registrar asks me not to pay it anymore since I’m the CEO’s girlfriend, I always ask them not to tell Lucifer about it because he will surely get mad at me for doing it. “I will borrow all these books.” The woman said, wearing a thick spec.. “Okay, just write your name here and let me borrow your library card for a while.” This library is quite bigger than the Chasung High library, it has taller shelves and larger space making it somewhat hard for me to sort all of the books. I don’t want Lucifer to know that I’m working as a library here because I’m sure that if he ever knew about this, he would probably make me stop. I don’t want to b

I only kept the Alpha and Luna’s quarters and t,hen I had everything else demolished and t,he library was built. This is my floor, my solitude. I make my way to the library first, I don't know why but I feel something pulling me there. I open thr huthedouble doors and i,t still hits me, how rand this room is, it's; it'slly the envy of all the packs, this; thisry had every single book on the supernatural, ever; everyyou can think off isofre, we even have grimoires that were thought to be lost.

I waited patiently as I heard the big doors of the library being thrown open. “So they’re selling their she wolves now?” he growled low and menacing. I could here the echo of his growl bounce around the vast library, I could smell the books from here. We held the largest collection of pre war literature and our library was preserved like you walked back in time. I missed home then, I had never wanted to be Beta, second in command is a lot and I had wanted a quiet life. But the moon mother had other ideas for me. “Tom!” Alec shouted. I could hear a faint reply and Alec was moving a ladder inside the library.