Lost Library Books Novels & Stories

He says, pushing me through the door and into the store. I lead him to the back room where Mrs. B put a bunch of comfortable couches and armchairs as well as lamps for gentle light. Bookshelves line every wall, stacked to capacity with beautiful leather bound books. There's even a bronze, gliding ladder that she doesn't use anymore, but she calls it her pride and joy.

The space was vast, filled with tall wooden shelves that stretched from wall to wall, every inch lined with books. “Ugh, the library’s never been my favorite place,” Anna muttered, glancing around with slight distaste. Just then, a woman approached them. She looked like she worked there, wearing a name tag and a warm smile. “Good morning, ladies. What brings you here today?” “We’re looking for ancient historical fantasy books,” Rhea explained. “Specifically anything about mystical creatures.” “Oh, we’ve got a few of those tucked away. Not many people are interested in that section anymore,” the woman said, already motioning for them to follow her. “They’re quite old. Some pages might be miss

Tapping and clicking away at my laptop in a secluded little corner of the library, surrounded by so many books about werewolves, pack life and even children’s books of old folk tales that have been passed on from generation to generation. I hadn’t read any of them yet, but I was excited to check them out. As I was clicking through different articles, a librarian walked out of a door, and behind it were hundreds more books. Immediately coming to a stand, I swiftly strode towards the door before it closed and peeped inside. A lot of the books looked ancient, but others looked in perfect condition. What was this place? Why was it bordered off?

But the optimism in my friend’s eyes made something stupid and hopeful flutter in my chest, and I couldn’t say no to him. “Alright,” I said, even though I doubted I’d find anything. “I’ll try.” The pack library was empty when I arrived that night. Most of the household was asleep, and the few servants still awake were busy with their duties. I slipped inside and closed the door behind me, grateful for the silence. The library was massive. Floor-to-ceiling shelves lined every wall, filled with books on pack history, mythology, and Goddess knew what else. Where did I even start?

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.

Hope was resurrecting back into her, and her eyes were fixed on the laptop as he searched. “Nothing. This is strange; there is no entry for this book in the library.” Ariel couldn’t be fazed by the disappointment again. “I could try logging into the general database; they would surely have it.” “Hmm.” Ariel couldn’t have hope again; she knew how it was going to end, and she wasn’t surprised when the book was locked for consumption. “This is strange; we may be rogues, but we always have access to the general library, and all the books are free.” The poor boy had worry lines etched on his forehead, and Ariel shook her head.

From my emotions and feelings towards her, I was still like a reader reading the book with the b*tch butting into the story. I walk my way where I could find total silence, the library. There were no students around and only the librarian is there. I step inside and I was overwhelmed with silence, this is what I want, peace. I move my feet slowly, looking at the book, trying to grab a masterpiece. There were thick and thin books. I look at the story titles one-by-one. I went to the fantasy section. The Magic Of The Bottle The Lost Genie The Werewolves Mate The Bloody Moon

“How may I help you?” “I’m looking for several things on the events over the years. I’m looking for the facts. It’s my job to write the official information about the history of the estate and its people. So, I want to get the facts. This way the town and the Estate have matching explanations and no one feels like the villain.” “Oh, we’ll, in that case.” The librarian looked a little flustered. “We were forced to hide these books because people kept vandalizing them or outright stealing them.”

"Come along. Some interesting stories are waiting to be told." Jay got up on his feet and followed the Author out of the room. As he expected, everything was made of words, even the servants in the Palace. It seemed the Author was the only celestial being that wasn't made up of words. Jay followed the Author walking on the long hallway until they reached the door at the end of the hallway. The Author opened the door, revealing a gigantic library with unknown numbers of brown-leathered books on the shelves. The library size seemed to be endless as it stretched further down Jay's sight. Hundred of servants working the library. Some of them arranged the books, carried some books from shelf to s

Just enough room existed for me to fly straight up and back down to get to my special items. I had a big stack of books I kept right next to my bed. Gera usually found them on the side of the road, sometimes left outside the door of the library, not properly tucked into the slots. Some of them were so old and battered the words were barely visible, but I kept them anyway. Beggars can't be choosers, as the humans say. I liked to think that one day I would bring back the books that were still nice enough for the library, and buy some of my own. I didn't want to be a thief even if Gera was technically responsible for the thefts.