Novel & Cerita Librarian Fantasy

The library was huge—towering shelves everywhere, sliding ladders, the intoxicating scent of old paper and leather filling the air. "Go wild," Lucien said grandly, waving his hand. "Pick whatever you want." I dove in eagerly, my fingers trailing over the spines hungrily. Epic fantasies. Twisty mysteries. Steamy romances—I found the dirtier ones hidden deeper and grabbed them shamelessly. I stacked my arms full—ten, twelve books easily. Lucien watched me amusedly, leaning against a shelf sexily. "So greedy. I like it. A lot." "Shut up," I said, but a small smile slipped out. "These will last me weeks."

Seeking Deeper Fantasy is set in Stark city, where Corey Lawson, a 31 years old faces challenges as he discovers that the woman he is in love with, Kisha Prime, is the reason his whole childhood became a nightmare. Driven by resilience, he takes Legacy Woodwork to a greater height. Kisha Prime, a 25 years old, raised by her stepfather Morgan Lawson, the man who abandons his family to be with his one true love, Marla. Sharing deep memories together of life, but unfortunately are not allowed to be together because of the hatred between both families. Robert Prime, deeply in love with Marla orchestrated a wedge between Morgan and Marla by getting married to her against her will. Mor

He walked down the hall to the entrance, seeing the beauty of crystals and buildings around them, the librarian looked like a dark elf, long blue hair, blue skin, statuesque body under a name tag and a tight suit, was looking at them curiously. - What would you like? – He questioned. - I'd like to borrow it to read the friends' book. - He asked. - Sorry, due to several theft attempts we will not be able to borrow it for reading. - He said. - So, can I read it inside the building? – He questioned.

He asked me as I nodded. “I do,” I said, leaning against his cell. “I love reading mostly fantasy and those with dragons in it, there's an old library back in my place, Clara used to sneak in whenever she goes to clean that place, if she were to see a book related to dragons, immediately she used to bring it for me, as I love those.” “Dragons?” He scoffed. “That should be fascinating.” “It is,” he smiled. “I’m sure we can agree on fantasy being the best right now.”

Beneath those fantasies was a hidden meaning that the writer wanted to give to every child so when they grow up, they would know how to deal with reality even without fantasies. I sighed again before approaching the librarian to borrow the book. "And it's you again? You always read books like that. How old are you?" The lady librarian even tried to catch my eye but I chose to just focus on the borrowed book. I didn't want to talk but it looked like she wouldn't let me go if I would say nothing.

* *The First Silence, not as a void, but as a woman weeping in the dark. The Librarian withdraws, its finger stained with my static. The Archivist studies the residue. "Interesting. You're not just a Stormbearer. You're a *palimpsest*. Layers of failures written over each other." She stands, her dress rustling like pages. "They want to shelve you. Preserve you. But I think you're more useful... *alive*." The Librarians hiss. --- **The Bargain** The Archivist snaps her fingers. The cottage dissolves, replaced by a labyrinth of towering bookshelves that stretch into infinity. Each book is a world, its spine etched with names I can't pronounce.

“Yes. He spent months working on it in his office and as soon as he finished it last week, he brought it down here.” “Why here? Why not out there in the main gallery?” Farida shrugged. “I don’t know. He has vehemently refused to display it and wouldn’t say why. You can’t imagine how frustrating it is for me to leave this beautiful body of work to remain hidden here like this. Trust me, if this baby makes it to the front, it will be snatched up within seconds.” “I know,” Erin agreed. “Does it have a title?” “A Werewolf Fantasy,” replied Farida quietly. “I love it.”

“What the hell?” “Mini portal. He ordered a book from their library by the looks of it. Where do you think the more interesting tomes went when the Library of Alexandria burned? Do you think they’d let their destruction happen? Well, they only took what they hadn’t copied. But you didn’t hear that from me. He gets them because of who he’s subbing for. Otherwise, this wouldn’t be happening. He’d be going to them.” Yolanda whispered to him. “Oh, come on, I’m just joking. Well, I hope I am. I wouldn’t know. But they’re known for their extensive knowledge and libraries. Fianna has the most knowledge on how to deal with supernatural creatures. When I mean to deal with them. It entails killing or

She tilted her head while questioning. "Oh, we have books and plenty of stories about mythical creatures, I think most, if not all of it exist here." Alexis nodded as she spoke, she was fairly confident her brain conjured up all these creatures to distract her from her impending death. As depressing as it was, Alexis hadn't felt the slight bit affected by the thought because she was thoroughly distracted. "Like history books?" The woman asked looking slightly suspicious of Alexis. Though Alexis noticed she thought nothing of it. "No, no fictional books. Like romances and stuff." She knew the word fantasy probably didn't exist here. "Enough of that anyway. Your my mana tutor, right?" Her voic

"Even Brandon can't visit. The roads are impassable." I'm curled on the couch with my laptop. Second book. This one purely fiction. A fantasy about dragons and magic that has nothing to do with mate bonds or billionaire stepfathers. Lucian's at the piano. He's been composing a piece for weeks. Won't let me hear it until it's finished. Says it's a surprise. "How much longer?" I ask. "On the composition? Few more days." His fingers dance across keys. "It's complex. Layered. Like us."