Invisible Library Series Novels & Stories

Lysander led them toward a stone basin at the center of the room. "This is where we speak truth," he said quietly. "Where no lie can pass the lips of those who stand inside the Accord." Matthew eyed the basin. "Magic lie detector?" "In essence." Charlie exhaled. "Okay. Let's get this over with. What's hunting me?" Lysander placed both hands on the edge of the basin. "A Hollowed." Matthew stiffened. "Impossible." Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Gonna need more than a scary capital letter."

Sometimes in the winter though there was little choice. Izzy stepped into the cavern and looked around. There didn’t appear to be anyone there. If the woman had given up waiting she should have removed her ribbon. Izzy scowled as she looked around the space again. Now she would have to tell her husband about this place, and this job she had created for herself, for no good reason. What a waste! A soft sniffle drew her attention to the far end of the cavern. On the floor at the end one of the logs that they used for benches was a bare foot that was much too tiny to belong to any woman.

he asked, his voice hollow. Esther smiled faintly. “You let your anger control you. A leader must balance strength with restraint. You failed to do so.” Althea stepped forward next, her expression calm but determined. “My turn.” The second orb floated toward her, enveloping her in its glow. Her sphere transformed into a library, with towering shelves filled with ancient tomes. A single book rested on a pedestal in the center, its cover etched with runes. “Your challenge is wisdom,” the voice said. “Decode the runes to reveal the truth.”

Access granted. Heavy locks disengaged one by one. Clank. Clank. Clank. The circular door slowly rotated. Ancient air drifted out. Then… The lights inside came alive. Everyone froze. The vault wasn’t filled with gold. Or diamonds. Or money. It was… A library. Floor-to-ceiling shelves stretched endlessly. Leather-bound books. Rows of locked cabinets. Thousands of neatly labeled files. Computer servers still hummed quietly after twenty-six years. The Archive. Aurora stepped inside.

The light blinked green, and the door clicked open with a faint, hydraulic hiss. ​The penthouse was completely dark, the quiet luxury of the marble floors and silk curtains feeling like a tomb. ​Vivian hurried across the grand living room, her soft-soled shoes making no sound against the polished wood. She burst into her father’s study, immediately kneeling before the bookshelf on the eastern wall. She tore the three leather books away, exposed the panel, and punched in the sequence. ​Left twelve. Right forty. Left seven. ​The hidden compartment slid open. The rugged laptop server was humming softly, its blue cooling lights reflecting in her wide eyes. She threw the screen open, her fingers

There were not many cars, and they had bodyguards around the building, like they were securing some treasure. I came down, closing the car doors and joining Ethan as he walked through the men on suit that bowed to him, not even bothering to ask us any questions. My eyes roamed everywhere as we walked into the well-designed building. At first, it was just a red lit passage, then we got into the elevator and headed to the second floor, and then we got into the first room. I expected something else, perhaps a private room with booming music, because till now, I haven’t heard a single piece of music. A bar with no music was hella sketchy. But walking into this room gave me an insight into what w

Victoria led Raven through the aisles hand in hand, fingers laced tight, the obsidian raven pendant at Raven’s throat catching flickers of light with every step. They moved in comfortable silence until Raven stopped before a shelf labeled in silver script: *Veilcraft – Intermediate Bindings*. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—leather cracked with age, titles etched in languages half-forgotten. One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion*

Light filled the space, bright and golden, coming from everywhere and nowhere at once. In the center rose the greatest structure of all. The Heart of the Archive. A massive column of crystal, taller than any we had seen, glowing with a light that held every color, every frequency, every piece of information ever stored here. Around it, arranged in perfect circles, were platforms, consoles, and pathways. And standing there, waiting for us, was Elvira. She stood at the base of the crystal column, surrounded by her elite guards in their dark armor, weapons ready and raised. She looked every bit the ruler she claimed to be. Powerful. Cold. Perfect.

I'm just praying God will keep us till then. ☆▪☆ "You are surrounded by The Special Weapon and Tactics, The BNI and the London Police Department. Do not try to make any wrong move. Just surrender" a loud voice is heard through a microphone, booming around the ware house where Veronica and I are kept hostage. She and I share a look between each other, a subtle nod saying all that we need to.# "What the hell is happening? I played a my cards right! So what is going on?" Adrian asks, assembling all his men.

I even rearranged some books in a chronological order. “So… where's the Ebon Testament?” I ask impatiently. “In the room of artifacts,” Damon replies. My eyes widen. “It's actually there?” “Yes, I was able to get information that it's hidden there.” “But the room of artifacts is heavily guarded, how are we going to access it?” “That’s the least of the problem actually.” He scratches the back of his head hesitantly. “What else is involved?” I squint my eyes are him. “Here's the thing Ivy, within the room of artifacts there's a highly restricted area that even guards don't enter. It's supposedly guarded with magic, but I don't know if it's actually true. It's just a rumor.”