Librarian Series Novels & Stories

Kohen asked me instead of answering my question. “Man the library? Record the books? Memorize the titles?” Kohen snorted under his breath.“Typical answer of a simple-minded person like you.” “I'm sorry, Mr. Genius.”I scoffed at him and crossed my arms. “Librarians are one of the most dangerous jobs out there.” “But why?” “They know every person who borrows books from the library. They can easily memorize your name, your address, and the time you frequent there.”Jake answered instead of Kohen, and I suddenly felt stupid.

She suddenly looked up, straight toward the window and instinct pulled me behind the stone column before she could see me. Ridiculous. I was hiding in my own mansion. After several seconds, I heard her chair scrape softly across the floor then nothing and when I looked again she was gone and only the books remained. I waited another minute before entering. The librarian looked up. “Alpha.” “The Lady?” “She returned the books.” “What books?” He pointed toward the cart and I picked up the top volume. ‘Ancient Royal Bloodlines.’ The second. ‘Lost Houses of the Northern Kingdom.’ The third.

She’d adore the wide array of books here, though I don’t think she’d like the constant threat of danger. The Librarian’s that roamed the restricted section were just another facet of dark magic. Their limbs were humanoid, but longer and skinnier than normal. Their heads held actual hair, but that only served to make them more horrifying. Greasy hair hanging low, past sunken faces with gaping, contorted mouths. A sickening crunch sounded, followed by small snaps and cracks. Every time this creature moved, it’s bones grinded and clattered together.

It wouldn't kill to explore. It was a library. A very very sad library. The only books here where history books not any type of history but vampire history books, school books, and some war novels with some mystery books here and there. Looks like their taste in books suck because why? Why would someone's library lack romance, sci-fi or even fantasy even though it's one. "Are you done crucifying my books?" Damian said slowly i didn't panic because i already knew he was there. "Nope not yet give me a second" i held my hands out "yhup I'm done" he laughed as he walked closer.

The librarian asked him to sit down for a talk. “Man, I run this library and I know which books are here. I know that you read those books so don’t try to decieve me. I’m gonna tell you this just once. You’re not fiction, stop reading those fictions and stop trying to act like them.” “Stop it. I just enjoy reading them.” “You are a werewolf. I know it.” “Werewolves are not real.” Anthony countered. “You are not fiction. It is not a figment of your imagination. You’re a werewolf,” Yugo, the librarian told him. “and that’s okay, because…”

Cain flips open the green book in his hand and Safira opens the one in hers. They stare at me and I smile sheepishly before walking over to one of the shelves and picking up the first green book I see. I smirk as I walk back to my seat. “What are the odds that I picked the book the librarian was telling us about?” Cain chuckles. “There are over one hundred green leather-bound books in here, different shades and different sizes, so let’s say the chances are pretty slim. The book is probably thicker than that.” Safira nods. “A history of Lycan and werewolf magics sounds like something that lives in a thick tome. Probably weighs a few pounds.”

I walked to the library and sat next to the window, I looked at my project and now I need to find some books. I walked through the bookshelfs and search for the architect section. I'm looking for a watertank and some electric placement book. I looked through every book clearly and oh there it is. I tried to reach it but I can't. It's on the top of the bookshelf, I need to take a ladder. I walked away to grab the ladder. I got back to the architect section again and I put the ladder to reach the book but the book is gone. Suddenly I found the book on the middle shelf, I looked around. I guess someone must have been taking it and put it there.

I shot to my feet, furious, “What is it, creep?!” From the front of the middle aisle, the Librarian hushed loudly. Good thing she couldn’t see me, she would have likely thrown me out of the library if she knew what I looked like. Colin made sure the book was safely secure, he almost touched it reverently like a sacred book before rising to his feet. His eyes were a sharp brown and I suspect those eyes miss nothing. Strangely I could almost feel his gaze piercing my skin down to my bones.

That piece of information was crucial because it linked the artist to the Sorceress but Evander had said otherwise. So now the big question is, who is right and who is wrong? The air is thick with a sense of urgency as I return to the library. The librarian looks up from a book and his eyes sparkle in the dull yellow light of the lamp hanging above his desk. He does not rise though, I do not expect him to. He is an old man and getting up is hard on his knees. He flashes me a warm smile and his eyes crinkle with laughter. "Back so soon?"

Mesilla tells me on the way “So Miss Andrea limited the orders for new books.” “I see.” I don’t think Lukas is the bookish type anyway Well, it’s good for me. Old books must have harder words. Mesilla opens the doors to the library for me, and it’s almost tiny compared to what I saw at SeraphFall manor. A modest room with around eight tall bookshelves. “Where’s the librarian?” I ask, noticing an empty desk near the doors “Oh, the archivist must’ve slacked off again!” Mesilla huffs out in annoyance “Please feel free to look around, Lady Sigmond. I’ll go get that slacker!”