Lewis Science Library Novels & Stories

However, I didn’t dare to ask anything rashly. Then Mr. Lewis took out a compass-like object from his satchel. Then took out a porcelain bowl. “Give me a bowl of water!” “Oh, okay!” Miranda quickly handed in a bottle of pure water. Mr. Lewis took the water and poured it into the bowl. Then, he took out a needle and placed it in the bowl. Then he went down and placed the bowl under the bed. “Put this bowl under the bed for seven days. Don’t touch it.”

"That's what drives me to have fun." Dysis, though, couldn't get rid of the sense that, joke or not, his comments held a thread of truth. He left. --- Adam's Library- Comprising soaring shelves of antique volumes and the aroma of aged paper and costly cigars, the library of the Levi estate was among the most striking rooms in the mansion. Alexander arrived, still depressed by his meeting with Lucian. Sitting at his normal chair close to the fireplace, Adam was sipping whisky. Adam said without turning to see "You're late."

The walls however imaculately designed with the same plain color, is bereft of a homey feeling, as there are no hung photos, nothing to make this place seem lively. We pass a room, with a a fingerprint scanner on the doorknobb against the gold doorknob. I don't ask about it, I merely act like I don't see it, as Levi leads me away from it, barely even letting me know what the room is. Levi points to a few spaces while we walk, "That's the guest lounge, thats the library, I have a most of my works, and those of people I have admired over the years there." He says, and I try not to gape at the room filled with sheleves of books that look unending.

Not that I bothered too much, Lewis was keeping the kings information and orders to himself and for that I was silently grateful. Dancing was really becoming easier, every single time I'd practice with Lewis I'd get just a little bit better. I'd become a lot more fluent with my moves, and I'd even received a very small amount of praise from the queen herself, I was shocked to say the least. I was currently in the library, Lewis had just stepped out leaving me with a palace guard whose name I did not know. I was sat, on the comfortable sofa with an extremely thick, leather bound book written by the very first king of the lycanthrope. His words were dreary and the book was long, I was only 11

Lewison knocked once. Iris opened it almost immediately. Her chambers smelled strongly of dried herbs, old books, and something faintly metallic that made the hairs on my arms stand up. Bottles and jars lined the shelves in careful, obsessive rows. Bundles of plants hung from the ceiling to dry. Heavy tomes were stacked on every available surface, some open to pages filled with diagrams that looked like they belonged in forbidden grimoires. It looked exactly like the kind of place the forbidden books in Evenmoor would have described as a witch’s lair. The comparison almost made a hysterical laugh bubble up in my throat. “Lewison,” Iris started, arching one eyebrow as she took in both of us,

The transition from "Ascended Monarchs" to "starving shifters" happened remarkably fast. For hours, we were buried in vellum and leather. We moved through stacks of ancient scrolls, but it seemed the Great Library of the Queens had a sense of humor—or a very mundane side. We found "The Little Dragon Who Lost His Spark," a three-volume set on the proper way to tax wool in the fourteenth century, and a surprisingly aggressive book on the ethics of herbalism.

"The fourteenth herb she has no clue about. She wants us to provide some references to see what rare toxins exist in the world. Mr. Leon are there any books you can recommend." "Let me think. There do seem to be books that document all the toxins." They sat down together again to discuss about wolfbane. Time passed unnoticed, and it was getting dark. They were unaware of it. Danger crept in with the darkness. Princess Adele, "They lost track of time as usual, didn't they?" "Yes. Everyone has left. Now there are only two of them left in the library." "Very well. Then let's follow the plan." ***

“It contains history books about werewolves and I brought you here to see if we can find anything about your wolf.” I look up to the shelves again that looks like they go on forever and sigh. This is going to be a long day. “Then shall we get started?” I nod slowly, wanting to get this over with. I wonder if I can find books about hybrids and their curse. Swallowing down my thought, I follow Leonidas's lead. He guides me through shelves, carefully reading the labels. After searching for a while, my gaze catches a book leather bounds with a cryptic title, ‘The Supernatural.”

Soon, the door opened, and someone entered. The puppies wagged their tails at him. If Josephine were awake, she would have known who it was. Lewis had returned. He entered the house and swept his gaze around. He spotted the two notebooks lying motionlessly on the sofa. He strode over and picked up both notebooks, flipping through the contents. When he reached one of the pages, he stared at the lines on the page for several seconds before tearing it off.