Librarian Fantasy 소설 & 이야기

"Those are restricted texts. Only in the High Spire vault. No student has seen them in fifty years." I let a thin dangerous smile touch my lips. Reached into my robe, pulled out a shimmering translucent card - the Librarian's Sovereign Scholarship. It pulsed with ancient golden light that made the girls gasp. "I have the keys to the literary kingdom, Emberlyn." My voice was smooth, controlled. "I can get you any book you need to turn this elementary scribble into a masterpiece. Consider it a peace offering for the frostbite." Emberlyn stared at the card, then at me, face pale with realization that clearly hurt her pride.

Chapter 5 The heavy oak door of the library clicks shut behind me, the sound echoing in the silence of the hallway. My heart hammers against my ribs so I press my back against the cool wood, inhaling the scent of beeswax and dust, waiting for the shout of a guard or the heavy tread of a boot. Nothing. The corridor remains empty, bathed in the pale, ghostly light of the moon. I turn the handle and slip inside. The library is filled with shadows, the towering shelves looming like dark sentinels. A single lamp burns on the massive mahogany desk at the far end, a pool of amber light cutting through the gloom.

Elle muttered to herself as she went in search of the books she wanted, she moved into the fantasy/paranormal section, she walked around for sometime before she came across a book that said "Aether world" She picked it up and scanned it, it talked about two realms that were once together. She quickly scanned the book once more, she saw names like halflings, faires, humans and a lot of weird things she saw in the other realm. The book said "fiction" in bold letters but she took it anyway. She made to sit down and read it there but she decided against that and walked to the librarian "I'll take this with me" she said as she placed the book on the desk.

* None felt like potential allies. The library was a vast, echoing chamber, smelling of dust, parchment, and beeswax. Tall windows offered grey light, illuminating towering shelves crammed with leather-bound tomes. A massive oak table dominated the center. An elderly man with a wispy white beard and spectacles perched on his nose looked up from a ledger, surprise registering on his face. “Lady Vivian?” He stood, offering a respectful, if slightly bewildered, bow. Master Fenwick, the castle librarian, according to her borrowed memories. A man who valued his books far more than courtly intrigue. “An unexpected… pleasure. How may I assist you?”

At the very least, she was relieved to escape the confined space of the kitchen. As Marcus worked at the sink, Vivienne wandered back into the front room where her curiosity got the better of her. She drifted over to the bookshelf in the corner of the room, her fingers tracing the spines of the array of worn paperbacks and hardcovers in a variety of colours and sizes. Expecting to find typical bodyguard or espionage novels, she was taken aback to discover a collection dominated by high fantasy titles and series. Lord of the Rings, The Way of Kings, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Witcher, there was even a collection of classic fairytales.

the librarian leads the way to the source of information, “What are you looking for specifically? Domboguru has many mythological stories associated with many creatures!” “Specifically, the witches, the mythological ones, those said to have possess immense power!” she pin point clarifying what she is looking for. The librarian looks at her in terror over what she said. “What?” she asks. “Why the dark dimension?” She sighs, “It’s just school research. And I want to bring them something that is ahhh………... unique and not baby tales.” Relieved upon hearing of the project he starts looking for the books, “You want to be the outstanding student? I cannot deny that it is not commendable.”

I deserved better, this stupid year was just kicking my ass. Assuring myself of this, I took a deep breath out, running a hand through my hair as I crossed the road, headed straight into the library, putting my phone into my jacket pocket. The town library was exceptionally big, not too large though, but I must admit could hold quite a lot of books as they were rows upon rows. I made my way straight to the books about fantasy creatures, realizing that they were surprisingly many. Young Adult fantasy is a thing...like a big deal, I noted reading through so interesting titles, but not the specific one I was looking for.

I spent the whole day looking for answers. I wrote down all the basic and important points that I could find in all of those books. The librarian was a good help. I didn't ask anyone else to help me out. Librarian was an old man who had served the Dark Crescent Moon pack as a warrior in his young age. According to him, it was his way of serving the pack by polishing the future.

She says. "So, definitely not safe." I say. So she headed back upstairs and I went to the back row and I started looking through all the books that she pointed me too and there were several different books that I knew I needed to get into. I started looking through the books and the faerie's and there were some really disturbing drawings in there of faerie's and creatures from centuries ago. Apparently, they are all in the Morda realm now. I wouldn't be able to get through all of these books in the library so I grabbed everything that they had and I left the library and took them back to the packhouse. I took them straight to my office and I mind linked Wyatt to meet me in there.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.