Goth Librarian Novels & Stories

The body was covered with a white cloth as cops stood around it, nothing much there to see, I thought. “Lilith,” a voice whispered. I whirled, but everyone was paying attention to the scene. “Lilith,” the creepy voice whispered again but this time, I saw someone— a woman with black hair, moving away library window. Who was that, I wondered? Cautiously, I approached the old building, looking at his brick walls and large wooden doors, “Tell me about vintage,” I whispered. Screeching from the pressure I applied it, I pushed the door open, closing it softly behind me. Inside the library was spacious, judging by the elevated shelves, and the widespread aisles, I could tell this library was histor

Despite having people around me as the Night Walker and as Titus Crowley, I felt that I didn’t belong anywhere with how easily I was replaced just like the new occupant in my old room. Strolling along the corridor didn’t make me feel any better but I found myself staring at the library entrance after a while. It was a subconscious thing but my fondest memories were spent here. As it was late, there wasn’t anyone in it. Walking over to the physical archives, I smiled at the spot I always sat in to read. Mrs Peterman was the only other person who loved the library as much as I did and knew where to find me when the investigators lost me.

There was a deafening silence the moment I enter the library just as I expected, this is the place that I go with every time I have free time because not everyone goes here, students don't fancy coming into the library anymore and do their research here since google is already available in just a tap of a finger. I went to the far-end corner of the library where I hide an old and very outdated book entitled 'Werewolves Anatomy'. This book is the reason why I keep on coming back to this library, the librarian doesn't let me borrow this book, she said that if I want to read it then I need to read it inside the library since the book is expensive and a limited edition, that being said, I don't

Goddess, I hated that word almost as much as I hated keeping up with Alpha Hunter’s ruse. Setting my breakfast down on a nearby table, Sterling hummed quietly. As he turned, his lips twitched clearly fighting a smile. “Actually, I was referring to you sleeping in the library, but by all means you may continue.” I gave him a flat glare which coaxed a chuckle from him, “Fine, but remember you’re the one who said it, not me.” His eyes dropped, scanning my rumpled clothes with interest. “Did you know a ghost roams this very library? Some old scholar type who died of a heart attack in the armchair right over there by the window. He tells me you found something but won’t elaborate on what it is.”

A portal into a world I’d only ever read about in books. Now, I found excuses and gaps in my timetable to sneak in here. The only place where the whispers and the glares stopped, where I could just shut my brain off in peace. “Hale!” The librarian’s voice made me jolt. “You need to leave.” She was an older lady with greying hair and large spectacles that magnified her hawk like eyes. She reminded me of the librarian from Monsters University. “Yes,” I said quickly, scooping the thick history textbook in my arms. “I’m leaving. Just putting this back.”

She didn’t bother to look at Nicolas any more. “Yeah! At last! Thats why I hate libraries.Why every library have such a creepy librarian! So annoying! Already I was in a terrible mood and here she ate up so much my energy. I am feeling so annoyed right now that one more annoying incident and defintly I am sure that I am going to explode today.” While complaining about his day Nicolas headed towards the diedction of the rows of bookselves. Exactly at the end of the hall, behind the last bookslf, there was another way to reach the reading area.

Dim, golden light illuminates narrow aisles, casting long shadows that twist and shift with each step. The library is silent, save for the soft rustle of turning pages and the occasional squeak of a trolley wheel as librarians glide between shelves like wraiths. Their movements are unnervingly silent, their faces impassive as they climb ladders to retrieve books or vanish into shadowy alcoves. The atmosphere presses down on me, a solemn reminder of the knowledge stored here and the secrets it might hold.

Don’t you agree, Professor Blackwood? He knew the handwriting. It belonged to the new head librarian, the woman with eyes the colour of twilight and a silence that seemed to hum with contained energy. Her name was Elara Vess. She was a witch; it was an open secret in a university that catered to the magically inclined. And she had just lobbed a grenade into the center of his meticulously controlled world. That was the beginning.

Every hair on my neck stood. It was darker than I expected. Low lanterns flickered like tired fireflies — not nearly enough. You’d think a library would want you to actually 'see' what you’re reading. Behind the front desk sat… a bald-headed, shrewd-looking goblin. Ah. That explained the lighting. A quick sweep of the room caught sight of more goblins perched on long, creaking ladders, shelving books twice their height with the grim efficiency of undertakers arranging coffins.

It was supposed to be used only in the day time by special students who couldn’t use the public library for a valid reason. When Anthony started visiting the mini library at night, he used to tip the librarian. But very soon, there was no need to do so because, they were the same. Anthony usually went to the mini library to read supernatural books–especially, books about werewolves. He held his textbook closely so that whenever anyone came close, he would quickly replace it. Not like anyone would suspect him to be a werewolf just because he was reading such books but, he was scared. The day the librarian caught him, he began to stammer.