Librarian Series Novels & Stories

There's been a lot of scandals surrounding me lately but all of them are not true so to slowly due them down, I have to go to London to continue my school here. In London, I'll be Logan Christian. I don't want to stand out in the crowd so I decided to just befriend a nerdy, lonely and weird girl named Amanda Estelle. I heard that she's actually the granddaughter of Elliot Estelle, one of the richest men in England but I don't really care. She's not as weird as I thought she would be, she's just building a wall with other people.

I said and quietly rushed to him so I could help him put the books on the table. I felt the librarian's presence behind me and heard her gasp when she got to know what books Sander took. Even I was surprised at the certain topics Sander took. The books contained economics, political management, and social and cultural aspects. "My word..." Clariscia spoke. Her astonished tone was enough that she was impressed with my son. "Child, are you certain that you are going to read them?" Sander looked up and tilted his head in confusion. "Her name is Clariscia. She's the librarian, sweetheart. She takes care of the books here," I introduced.

I responded turning my gaze to the book I am holding She perked up and reads the title of the book I’m holding "Historical Records 19th Century. Seems interesting." She said and smiled "I’m Lola, by the way." She introduced lifting her hand for a firm handshake "The head librarian." "Maya." I shake her hand "You seem interested in historical records, you working on some kind of project?" She asked "Sort of." "What are you writing about?" "Ancient werewolves and the history of the royal family," I responded. I know I sound a little silly but I’m glad I didn’t stammer my words out.

- I'll be training new recruits in the basements. - said Baruz, leaving the archive. The door slammed shut. The librarian, after standing for a while, took an armful of books and sat down at the computer. Without looking at the monitor, he quickly tapped on the keys. The noise of the cooler, the flickering of the monitor, such simple things, so quickly fit into the usual life. Modern technology, surrounded by old books. The present interacts with the past, seeking to avoid mistakes.

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Testing its energy. She stepped into the library—dimly lit, thick with the scent of leather and aged paper. A fire crackled low in the stone hearth. Shelves stretched up to the coffered ceiling, heavy with old books and older secrets. And there, seated in a high-backed leather chair, was Dorian Gates. He didn’t look surprised to see her. “Looking for something?” he asked, voice low and even. She stepped inside without hesitation, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

“Something that belongs here. Something that hasn't moved in ten thousand years.” The movement solidified. From between two towering rows of archives, a figure emerged. It was skeletal and hunched, its ancient robes stiffened and saturated with the glowing silver dust. Its movements were dry and rapid, a soundless skittering that raised the hairs on Evangeline’s neck. Where its eyes should have been, there were only empty, bone-white sockets, yet they fixed instantly on the intruders. “A Wyrd Librarian,” Selene hissed, drawing a long, slender silver dagger. “They were scholars sworn to protect the archive. They look… petrified.”

* 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?”

The woman stood behind the podium; her old, but unworked hands, smoothing out the precious pages. “Welcome to my library,” The woman said, her eyes flashing to them. “Can I help you find something?” The librarian had a reputation about her, stories whispered on sleepless nights. Her name was Claudia, and she had been in the library for as long as anyone could remember. Claudia’s book held more than the location of library books; it was said to hold every answer imaginable. The volume was magic; so much so that it was a part of the woman’s soul, and only she could read its pages. To every other eye, it was completely and utterly blank.

About what I was becoming. I turned and began walking deeper into the library. The librarian was at the far desk near the eastern shelves, arranging a stack of old returns with the deliberate care of someone who had spent too many years around fragile things to ever move roughly again. She was older, thin, with silver at her temples and sharp eyes that missed less than people probably liked. I had seen her before over the years, though mostly from a distance. Not many girls like me had reason to linger in libraries where knowledge belonged more easily to children expected to inherit something.