History At The Library Novels & Stories

Myra’s pov “Hello..” I said with a gentle smile. “Good day ma’am.” The librarian said politely. “Could you help me find history books from the 130’s to 140’s?” I asked politely. “Sure..” “Do you have any specifications of what kind of books you need from those eras?” She asked. I swallowed. “Spell books.” My voice was a whisper. “You can only find the original of those at the museum.” She said politely.

Hadn't bothered to know either. “I didn't know” “It's in the history scrolls, and several other history books in the Crescent Library. Wow! “There's more, but it's best we do this over lunch sometime—” he paused momentarily, his eyes searching mine for a reaction or more. I maintained curiosity. “A history kinda date thing” he added, still watching me. I said nothing because there was nothing to say. There was a little silence, an awkward silence. “The war the Alphas fough…” I didn't even know what I wanted to say at that moment. Milligan had just asked me out.

“They’ve scrubbed the house clean of anything that smells like the past.” Lira leaned against the bedpost, a devious glint in her eyes. “Well... the main library has the 'official' history books, which are probably ninety percent propaganda,” she said, shrugging one shoulder. “But if the books are useless, we go to the source. The living libraries.” I arched an eyebrow, my interest piqued. “The living libraries?”

“Did you find the Library upstairs last night? In the Library, there are photos chronicling the Inn’s history. Also, a book on the history of the town and Inn is there too. I believe I left it on the side table under the photo display.” “No, I must have missed it. Was it the door that was locked at the end of the hall?” “Oh, I’m sorry, the door shouldn’t have been locked. How odd this morning it wasn’t locked? Well, that happens sometimes.” Eric’s interest peeked at hearing about a library. Why don’t we both go up there and see what we can find? Private libraries like this often have more records hidden away in them? We can spend some time poking around in them and see what stories can be

We make sure that all the packs had copies of every book, manuscript or record out there which mentioned our history, our people before. Our pack's library was famous for having the copies and even some originals of the most sacred pieces of werewolf books, personal journals, poems and stories and basically everything which is why I loved spending time in the library as a child, I used to be so interested in studying about our history, about how Wolves before us used to live, the things that used to exist before, all the wars that happened within our communities.

“Goodnight, mama.” I watched her walk out the door and I decided I should probably do the same. I was on my way down the stairs when I passed the second floor, home of the library. I paused and then darted inside. I went straight to the history section, and found myself facing two full aisles of books. I went down the first one and walked until I saw ‘Hollow Brook’. I grabbed the first book I saw and then a couple others as I thumbed over them. If I Was going to start learning the history of the packs, I may as well start with this one.

He was still thinking when he stood and went to the shelves. Not looking for anything specific. He did that sometimes in the library — walked the shelves the way he had once walked the job-hunting streets of Kings City, without a fixed destination, letting his eyes move until something stopped them. The library held books on history, business, architecture, strategy, and a section near the far end that held older volumes, some of them clearly antique, their spines worn and their titles in fonts that belonged to an earlier era. He ran his eyes along the older section.

The scent of old books and wood filled the air. I often forgot how big the collection here was, since I usually opted to use the library at the pack headquarters whenever I needed anything. But this library boasted thousands of books of various genres, while the headquarters library—where Gertrude worked—consisted mostly of pack documents and rare texts that required specific archival conditions. Thea immediately broke away from us, making a beeline for the colorful children’s section tucked into a corner of the first floor. Elijah placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward the stairs. “The history section is on the third floor,” he said quietly.

“It has its moments. Mostly involving guillotines, though.” His smile widened, and for the first time, I felt a genuine connection, a thread woven between us in the hushed sanctuary of the library. “Perhaps a less… bloody topic would be more appropriate for a Tuesday morning.” He gestured vaguely to the shelves. “Anything you’d recommend to a history novice trying to escape the reign of terror?”

“You are right… But, I’m not sure if you could find that information in the library. As you can see, I’m a historian myself and I’ve been going back and forth in that library but I didn’t still see any information or clues that could prove my theories.” Hans just smiled and didn’t answer… Soon later, they managed to arrive at the library. The building was a three-story building where it has an ancient yet modern exterior. It was nice and amazing to look at that. There are not many people inside, probably because it’s nearing evening. Fortunately, the library is open 24 hours so this trip wouldn’t be wasted and he didn’t have to wait till morning.