Lee Lockwood Library Novels & Stories

The building was located at the back of the Lockwood family's exclusive estate—named the Lockwood Private Medical Center, complete with a special floor dedicated to fertility and elite reproductive services. Bella arrived in a black company-logoed car, accompanied by Mrs. Reeds. There was no waiting line. No waiting room. As soon as she stepped inside, three white-clad staff members immediately escorted her to the fourth floor. Along the hallway walls, photos of the Lockwood family were displayed: weddings, children, charitable projects, and a portrait of young Aaron standing beside Lucie with a perfect smile. Bella felt as though she were entering a family shrine. And she wasn’t a pilgrim—s

She pointed to the closed door on the left. “I'm aware, I just need the keys.” She blinked. “Keys? The doors have never been locked. I've made complaints several times about the faulty lock but it has always been ignored.” Alarm spread through me. “So the restricted archives have always been opened?” Libby didn't seem to share my panic. “Don't worry about it, Alpha. No one ever comes here, and I always lock the main library before leaving.” I couldn't take any chances. They were information that should never cross the door of this library.

Even though they paid for the drink, it was such a comfort to have one predictable thing in their life when everything else seemed to change at a moment's notice. "That's not a bad idea," Ellie agreed and they walked slowly toward the library. "I wonder if the librarian has a suggestion." "Probably. She always does," Amanda said with a snort. Ellie chuckled lightly, remembering last week when she and Amanda had gone in to get a couple of books for research and left with a stack of twenty between them. The librarian, Mrs. Beech, had a suggestion for everything. "Did you ever read that book she suggested? The one about the legends?" Ellie asked Amanda. Amanda had taken the book first and Ellie

We navigated the winding corridors of the first floor until we finally reached the massive double doors of the private library. Kade pushed the doors open and walked directly to the back wall of the room, stopping in front of a tall wooden bookshelf filled with heavy encyclopedias. He reached behind a thick leather-bound volume and pulled a hidden metal lever. The entire bookshelf clicked loudly and swung outward on heavy steel hinges, revealing a thick reinforced steel door equipped with a digital keypad. Kade typed a rapid sequence of numbers into the glowing panel, and the heavy door hissed open to expose a brightly lit concrete room.

I noticed, ready to execute the plan. But wait, what? A library? That was so cool. Kingston and I walked hand in hand to the library and he gently nudged me in as we made it to the open glass doors. I sensed Logan’s presence as soon as my feet stepped through the threshold, power, hot power. He was sitting in a vintage chair that I would love to upcycle one day. A fireplace was burning next to him, popping every few seconds. He looked up the book he was reading and smiled at me.

I adjusted my backpack and headed up the extensive stairs that were in front of the large library. It was the biggest building in the area, and it held most of the pack’s history from the time the pack was founded. There weren’t just the normal books that you would see in a non-shifter library but a bunch of magical tomes as well. It was still pretty early but the librarian I knew opened at 6:00 a.m. for the local college kids who needed to prep for their early classes. Slipping in, there was a college aged she-wolf sitting at front desk. Leaning forward, I smiled at her.

He was wearing a dark jacket, his sharp blue eyes scanning the empty courtyard behind us. "You're late," Adrian murmured, his voice a low vibration in the quiet night. "Had to dodge the third-floor monitor," Lisa explained, stepping up to the heavy library doors. She didn't use a key. Instead, she pressed her hand against the lock, a tiny, silent spark of purple magic snapping from her fingers. The heavy iron mechanism clicked open without a sound. "In. Quick." We slipped into the massive, dark library. The air inside smelled of ancient paper, dust, and old leather. Massive rows of bookshelves stretched all the way up to the vaulted ceiling, looking like giant maze walls in the dark.

But now she was seeing it from a different perspective: as someone responsible for maintaining it. "Okay, so library is actually kind of fun," Lucy said, pulling out cleaning supplies from a hidden closet. "It's huge but Mr. Blackwood barely uses it during the day, so we won't be disturbed. Just don't touch any of the rare books on the upper level those are like, first editions worth crazy money." They set to work, falling into an easy rhythm. Lucy chattered constantly about estate gossip who was dating whom among the staff, which of the groundskeepers was the best looking, rumors about why the previous housekeeper had retired so suddenly.

Klevon is telling us how much he likes the place because he can be alone and can practice his swordsmanship any way he wants. As we come closer, the library comes into view. The said library, however, does not look like a library. It only has a small door that is only four feet in height. As Klevon opens it, the smell of old parchment and leather-bound books greets us. “Pardon the musty smell. I am the only one who likes this library,” Klevon says. Klevon stoops down and enters through the tiny door. We follow him down the creaking stairway and into the basement.