Murakami The Strange Library Novels & Stories

My eyes fell on a shelf, and I could see the most ancient books there. I grabbed one that looked strange among them. Then I leaned against a wall to read it calmly. The brown leather cover was torn from the corner of the book. As I opened it, I realized the edges of the pages were black with soot. 'This is weird,' I muttered. 'Someone tried to destroy this book. But who?'” ​I flipped to the first page and my heart stopped. Three words stared back at me… "Hell of Lycans." I gasped, the sound echoing through the silent library.

I immediately went to his dormitory. When I arrived outside the men’s dormitory, I saw Samuel standing at a corner near the entrance. I saw him talking to someone. He looked fishy, and I found it strange. I quietly crept closer to him. It turned out that the person he talked to was Raymond!

It felt oddly natural, though part of me still hesitated to let my guard down entirely. *** One evening, we found ourselves alone in the library. The faint hum of the fluorescent lights and the faint rustle of pages flipping created a serene atmosphere. Annabel sat across from me, her brow furrowed in concentration as she scribbled notes in her notebook. I couldn’t help but watch her—the way her lips pressed together when she focused, the way her hair caught the light. “What?” she asked, catching me staring. I looked away quickly. “Nothing.” “You’re a terrible liar,” she said with a small smile, leaning back in her chair. “Something on your mind? Or is it on my face?”

His eyes followed the locks that were sliding through her forehead till her cheekbone and which she didn’t care to push back her ear. He smiled, looking at how cute she formed an ‘o’ shape of her lips while reading, probably, something amusing. Needless to say, the stranger fascinated him with his deep interest. With a thought to start the conversation with her, the man interrupted. “Looks like the library has something exciting that keeps people hooked until the limits of forgetting the world.” His loud voice this time broke Kiara’s trance and startled her like a baby. “Gosh! You scared me!” She kept a hand on her heart, widening her eyes at the stranger.

- Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer * * * * Ren Shibasaki didn’t turn around from his position before the gravestone of Tatsuya Fujiyama even when the sound of light crunch of gravel beneath shoes reached his ears. He merely stood there, eyeing the words engraved in the gravestone, with his hands stuffed in his pockets even when he knew Yuri and Tohya were both standing behind him. It was when Yuri sighed when he finally turned around. “I hope that we aren’t intruding,” she said apologetically.

I placed it back in the drawer and looked around the place, hoping to find anything. I walked to the library, intrigued to see what Master Abigor was interested in reading. I pulled out the first book that my hands touched and when I looked down at it, it was written in a strange language. The leather covering the book was strong but the pages within were withering and old, falling apart. The pages were covered in this foreign writing. Finding it useless, I placed it back on the shelf before I picked up the next book and found it to be a book written in a different langue. Except this one had pictures in it.

She then gets ready in a casual outfit, so that after returning the borrowed book, she and Albert can go straight to the ‘family dinner’ that they will be having with their parents. In the library, the librarian welcomed them and while Hestia returned the books and made small talk, Albert took that opportunity to explore the library and look for anything that is out of place or something odd or something suspicious. But he already searched the entire library and yet he did not find anything. Feeling defeated, Albert returned to Hestia and motioned to her that she did not find anything—through sign language in Japanese. Hestia gave a nod about this and excused herself from the librarian. “We’

Paris asked, slightly offended. “Yes, you look like a kid,” Merch said, laughing. “Let us go, pretty boy,” Matori said, laughing. Matori left Paris outside the Library, “it is a 24-hour library.” Paris picked up Soraya’s scent, thinking, ‘will she remember me? Has her mind been wiped?’ Paris entered the library and followed the scent that was all over the place but he focused on her human scent and then he saw her, her nose in an ancient-looking book, ‘one would think she has read all the books there are to read by now.’

“He’s just… a weird, controlling murderer. That’s it.” I shivered after saying that. I walked slowly back toward the library, my footsteps echoing through the empty house. The silence pressed in on me again, heavy and suffocating. I stopped at the table where I had been earlier. Books were still open, scattered everywhere like someone had been searching for something for years. My fingers brushed over one of them. The strange symbols stared back at me like they were mocking me. “I need to figure this out,” I muttered. “I need to understand what Alara was involved in.”

It smelt of old papers, and I couldn't help but inhale the scent. Dark wooden tables with cushioned seats were arranged in the library. Keeping my head down, I check the corner in case there are cameras lurking in here. I didn’t notice any blinking, but that didn't put me at ease. The Auder's mansion has this eerie quality. I was on high alert all the time. I only let go when Carlo was around; maybe that was a mistake too. I pulled out a paperback about the light in the mind. It was my first time hearing about it. It’s written by J.E. Hampton. Never heard about him or her.