Moody Library Pods Novels & Stories

Without any delay, they are lowered into the water. The pods happen to have a glass front which gives the duo an uninterrupted view of the water. The machine itself is relatively easy to steer with a sensor touchscreen control built into its wall, all within arm's length. The pods start the moment the anchors are let and Mia and Andrew drive away. “I’ve gotten a landing pad open in the building,” she informs him some time later over the pod's comms device and immediately, he sees a section of the wall transform into a ramp: the landing pad.

" The Seat of the Grounded has been vacant for three Erasures. Your arrival means the 'Universal Library' can finally open its Forbidden Wing. " ​The Forbidden Wing ​The Scribe led us into the depths of the Cradle Scriptorium, past the great lunar press, to a door made of Solid Gravity. It didn't open with a key, it opened when Damian and I stood before it, our combined "Vance-Thorne Presence" creating a stable gravitational null-point. ​Inside was the Universal Library. It wasn't filled with books, but with Stasis-Pods. Millions of them, stretching into the dark heart of the moon.

“More than a front man, but don’t tell him that.” I laughed, unable to help myself. Did Armageddon think he was in charge or was this some sort of inside joke? “I’m elevating your access to the Moon Shadow and Blue Moon library. You’ll have about the same access as Armageddon starting tonight.” I stared at her. “Meaning?” “Well, you won’t have to lug this around,” she said lifting the Moon Goddess book. “Impressive that you managed to find a copy.” I shook my head. “It was… in the library.”

And unlike the last time I walked this path, there’s no full moon to light my way. Reaching into my hoodie pocket for my phone, I thumb at it to turn on the flashlight, but the battery’s too low and the flashlight function won't even come on. “Goddamnit,” I mutter under my breath. And just then, I catch a faint sound. A sharp crack, like a twig snapping, followed by a low growl coming from the bushes to my right. My heart slams hard against my chest and an eerie sense of déjà vu immediately crawls up my spine. Trembling, I turn toward the sound.

The roar of the city vanished, replaced by the low, rhythmic hum of a billion gigabytes of data moving through the walls. ​The interior was a cathedral of glass and light. There were no guards, no turrets, and no "Hollows." There was only the data. ​"Wait," Maya said, stopping at a central pedestal. "This... this isn't just a data-hub. It’s a 'Library of Souls.'"

Not his head he didn't move. He had noticed me not reacting, was filing what that meant, but yet said absolutely nothing about it. After dinner I walked the ground floor alone. The library was at the far end of the east corridor two storeys of books, a fireplace that was already lit when I pushed the door open as though someone had expected me, a reading chair angled toward the flame that had been there so long the wood had faded on one side. I stood in the middle of the room and looked at the shelves.

Keeping the monster compatible with the modern market. And in the center: the pods. Cryo-chambers. Twelve of them arranged in a circle like a stonehenge of glass and steel. Most are dark. Empty. Covers open, abandoning whatever was meant to be inside. But the central pod is active. Frost patterns the glass, glowing with an internal blue light.

I apologetically squeezed Kat’s shoulder and returned behind the bar to hide. Wanda and Jody appeared behind the counter in record time, and it confused me because most of their tables were vacant, which meant they didn’t appear before me for drink orders. “Liv! Do you know who you were talking to?” asked Jody with a sickly fan-girl giggle. Yeah. An arrogant jerk. “Should I?” “That’s Dominic Moore! He’s only the richest, most handsome guy in this city. Girl, is your head under a rock?” Wanda added.