Librarian Series Novels & Stories

Eventually, with my arms full, I found Nicholas still in the fantasy section. He was engrossed in a thick hardcover, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Find something good?” I asked, approaching him. “Possibly. But I think you might like this one.” He handed me a paperback with an image of a woman wielding a sword on the front. I read the title aloud. “‘The Lycan Chronicles.’ Hmm, never heard of it.” “It’s a fantasy series,” he explained, still flipping through his own book. “Great world-building, complex characters...” He glanced up and smirked. “Plus, it has some... steamy scenes.”

"What do you expect? I'm betrothed to the hottest guy in all of Northern Bloodlands!" Cairh was literally every girl's dream. His body was carved and chiseled from spending hours gyming and training and he had that boyish celebrity looks that made females swoon. Lately, he started growing his hair out, he was starting to look grown and so manly... I shamelessly stare out my window at him for hours... just watching him train in the yard with the other wolves. My heart beat faster just thinking of him and I can't stop a stupid smile from taking over my face.

"Section 7, subsection Gamma. 'Mortality and its Discontents.' But be warned, it's not pleasant reading." “And—don’t touch anything that moves” “Got it.” I nodded my thanks and turned, leaving the ancient librarian to her dusty domain. As I walked into the shadowed stacks, I felt a grim sense of purpose settle over me. The air in Section 7, subsection Gamma, was thick enough to chew. The books were old and most of the titles were archaic and dull—"The Lamentations of the Second-Born," "A Treatise on Bloodlines and Boredom." I was about to give up when my fingers brushed against something different.

There was a silver port at the base of her neck, pulsing with a faint blue light. "Subject: Librarian-Echo," Julian announced to the sky. "Role: The 'Traitorous Mentor.'" The Librarian-Echo looked at me. Her voice was flat, mechanical, and devoid of the warmth I remembered. "Kaima. Your 'World-Building' was a violation of the 'Terms of Service.' You have accumulated a 'Debt' of 500,000 Narrative Credits. Please surrender the remains of the 'Master-Key' for liquidation."

he asked. The Librarian picked up the book and turned it over once in his hands. "Since the duel," he said. Kael frowned. "Which duel?" he asked. "The one that started the attention shift," the Librarian said. "Not the first duel, but the second one." Kael stared at him and narrowed things down, which in this academy still left far too many possibilities. He left the library with the uncomfortable sense that the ceiling was slightly lower than usual. Not literally, just in the way that came from being noticed by people who were themselves trying not to be noticed.

Those two things — the quality of the protection and the absence of its stated reason — were what kept her up at three in the morning instead of the silk-covered pillows and the perfect darkness. People who wanted nothing gave nothing. Lucien was giving her quite a lot. She picked up the book she wasn't reading and turned its pages without seeing them. 'You've been in here for three hours.' She looked up. Mira stood in the doorway holding a covered tray, her expression carrying the particular warmth of someone who had been professionally neutral for so long that warmth, when it surfaced, looked like a deliberate choice. 'I find libraries useful,' Serena said.