Librarian Series Novels & Stories

We both jumped, startled, to see a stern-looking librarian peering at us over a towering stack of books. “Ahem,” she cleared her throat pointedly. “No… public displays of affection are permitted in the Royal Library.” My cheeks flushed scarlet as Adrian threw me a sheepish grin. “Sorry, ma’am,” he mumbled. The librarian, however, didn’t seem entirely displeased. A hint of a smile played on her lips. “Just… keep it professional in here, alright?” she said, her voice softening slightly. With a final warning glance, she retreated back into the labyrinthine stacks of books. We both burst into laughter, the tension melting away completely.

I would slip inside, hide in one of the far aisles, and cry until I had no tears left. I smiled faintly at the memory as I greeted the librarian, who recognized me immediately and gave me a warm nod. The section on Moonwhisperers wasn’t hard to find; it occupied an entire wall of carefully preserved volumes with a small sign at the top of the shelf that read “Fragile.” I selected several books that looked promising and settled into one of the oversized leather armchairs tucked into a quiet corner near the back.

* *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.

Am I supposed to take his curse into me, even if it kills me? I gather the books that I want to borrow and head downstairs to the circulation desk. The librarian, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, scans the barcodes and stamps the due dates. "Doing some research?" she asks in a friendly manner. "Local folklore project," I lie readily. "I'm interested in the old stories." "Well, you've picked some good sources. Dr. Blackwood's writing is particularly thorough, though some people think she got a little too close to the subject matter."

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."

The library was huge, stretching two stories, filled with rare leather-bound volumes and banned books that I was amazed to see were in existence. I started at the bottom shelf, my fingers running over the spines. Observing everything. I was looking for anything related to fire, old records, or criminal history. Anything to connect the phoenix pendant to the men who killed my parents. An hour into the work, the library door opened, and Lucian walked in. He looked even more severe than yesterday, his face pale and drawn. He was holding a stack of files and moved with a careful, almost stiff slowness. "Elara." He didn't ask what I was doing; he clearly knew. "You're still here."

The wizard and Owen were searching the library looking for the first magic book of dragon Kingdom and suddenly Zudan noticed that one of the librarians took a book and hide it under his clothe. Zudan move closer to him and asked the librarian to show him the book he hides right now, the librarian beg wizard Zudan to forgive him and said it was a lady that asked him to hide it. Zudan asked who was that lady but the librarian man said if he says it the person will kill him then Zudan knew that it was Lame but something looks suspicious about the librarian as if he was hiding something apart from what he said.

As he walked into the library which had a majestic staircase which curved and veered upwards onto other floors stacked with books, like a toothpick with lots of grilled pork attached to it. “You have to drop your bags over - there,” the chief librarian - a fat woman who found it hard to breath and spoke through her nose said. “We appreciate bibliophiles and bibliomaniacs but not thieves.” Gerey stuttered for a second. How was he going to smuggle Jeyrin in. Little did he know that...

a sexy librarian. During that first encounter, I struggled to focus my attention on her face (or Janie), because her tits were an eyeful. Either she had big, hard nipples or puffies poking through her bra; they were almost impossible to ignore. The t-shirt hugged her body and showed everything she had to offer; the shirt had "Books Make Everything Better" across the front and I tried to cover my adolescent behavior by asking her about the shirt. She smiled, "I'm in library sciences and I got it at a library symposium...yeah, there are library conventions. I know it sounds geeky, but they can get wild."