Halo Librarian の小説・ストーリー

Well, I believe librarians do really become naturally strict due to the everyday reprimanding of noises and hey, do not ever disturb a person with books or they will blow fire at you like a dragon for ruining the running imagination inside her head. “I have been notified about your arrival Luna, I am Tanya the librarian and I will be assisting you throughout your stay here in the Library. If you may I shall tour you around.” She said and moved out of her cubicle to face lead me the way. Yael stood behind farther and I nodded at him to gesture that he may remain and relax since we are already inside the library and nothing will happen… hopefully. “This way Luna, I shall show you the book sect

Her pink hair meant that her talent was healing, healers were rare, and S rank healers were one in a million. Once the lecture began Xasha realized he was right, everything professor Hanaqua taught, his parents had already taught him and with his open mind talent he already remembered all of it. It was the same with all the classes of the day. After classes ended, he made his way to the library; paid 10,000 Libras for a 1-year unlimited book pass and entered the library. The Library was in one of the towers but much shorter than the one Xasha had classes in. Inside the library was a circular room with shelves on the wall running all the way around the building with thousands of books. In the

Lars didn't feel like receiving another 'sorry' either way, so he didn't press on. In the lower area of Librarium, a spherical mechanism was erected on the center. It was a complex magitech structure riddled of revolving gears, and its inside was glowing in same lilac color as the force field that shrouded Librarium. It was guarded by several members of Alliance that greeted Lars and Rachelia as they passed them by.

"We are allowed to open the letters but only for terrenes. Terrenes are the only entities in this universe who do not possess the capability to see the rest of us—although few can—so we have to open it for them. Still, the same rules apply; heralds will never know its contents." "Heralding seems cool," "You are only on the tip of the iceberg. Come, follow me." I brought him to my favorite part of the library called intra librum—it is the widest mini-section in the library. It was every Heralds favorite section in this building. This time around, no one's inside the room. "What is this? A bathroom-like library section?" asked Doom as we entered the room. Its dimension was the likes of terrene

Dim overhead lights cast long shadows between the rows, and the air carried that comforting, dusty scent of old paper and leather bindings. Lila Harper had worked the late shift at the circulation desk for three semesters. At 29, she was the youngest full-time librarian on staff, with sharp hazel eyes, shoulder-length chestnut hair often twisted into a loose bun, and a body that her modest cardigans and knee-length skirts couldn’t quite hide. She knew every quiet corner of the building, including which sections offered the most privacy after 9 p.m.

The library was huge, stretching two stories, filled with rare leather-bound volumes and banned books that I was amazed to see were in existence. I started at the bottom shelf, my fingers running over the spines. Observing everything. I was looking for anything related to fire, old records, or criminal history. Anything to connect the phoenix pendant to the men who killed my parents. An hour into the work, the library door opened, and Lucian walked in. He looked even more severe than yesterday, his face pale and drawn. He was holding a stack of files and moved with a careful, almost stiff slowness. "Elara." He didn't ask what I was doing; he clearly knew. "You're still here."

“Neither does Aetherion, your aura is like a virus as long as it's not registered.” “Aetherion, is the world beyond the portal.” Jae explained. “And right now, you need to get out of here before someone notices you, you could be killed or worse.” Sol finished. Jae grabbed my other arm. “She needs to see the Librarium. You’ll understand then. It’s where the Infinity tracks the registered and unregistered.” “No, she needs to leave.” His tone was cold. “He's right” I told Jae who seemed dismayed, I was too I really wanted to check out everything from records to journals.

"Come along. Some interesting stories are waiting to be told." Jay got up on his feet and followed the Author out of the room. As he expected, everything was made of words, even the servants in the Palace. It seemed the Author was the only celestial being that wasn't made up of words. Jay followed the Author walking on the long hallway until they reached the door at the end of the hallway. The Author opened the door, revealing a gigantic library with unknown numbers of brown-leathered books on the shelves. The library size seemed to be endless as it stretched further down Jay's sight. Hundred of servants working the library. Some of them arranged the books, carried some books from shelf to s

Ariel was coming out of the elevator as it landed, and she headed straight for the library, mumbling words in response to the greetings of people that passed her. She pushed open the door to the library and saw the librarian, his nose deep into a book in his hand. “Aaron.” “Luna, you are back so fast. Have you finished reading everything?” Aaron asked, standing up to meet her. “Yes, but I can’t find the information I want.” “Information? You have come to the right place. Pray, tell me what you need help finding, and I will help with your search.” She observed the man in front of her; there was no doubt that he was loyal to Kane, and he would sell her off in a heartbeat if it ever came to it.

POV: Sienna Rhodes The New York Public Library's special collections division closes at six on weekdays, which means I have been here since nine this morning and I have been given nine hours to find what I am looking for, which is either enough or not enough depending on whether what I am looking for wants to be found. I am looking for Helena Moreau Sterling. Not the person. The record of the practice.