Northern Light Library Novels & Stories

She said with heads inclined in a soft bow. “Okay, it's a yes or no question. Find out from the Alpha if its something I can skip, if it is, then tell him that I am buried in the library searching for something.” I stated and headed towards the library. It was almost night fall and the library was located in the innermost part of the room which made it dark even by day so I had to carry a lamp. “Library is closed, Luna.” The guards standing by the library door informed as I got there and I squinted my eyes in a questioning manner.

Andrew, Daniel, Alex and even Lisa is also present at the party. "When they came Mr Alex?" Lisa asked. "Sorry, miss Green, I don't know about that. Maybe they are on the way", Alex replied. Suddenly they all hear the sound of the car and immediately understood. They all went to switch off the lights to gives surprise to Emily. When Emily and Ryan get off from the car they saw all the mansion lights are off. "Ryan is there is a light cut in this area, why there is no light in the home?" Emily asked cutely.

Ernest said. "January or February," Don said. "The darkest month or the one after. I want to experience the dark properly, not at its edges." He looked at the book. "The book says that the people of northern Norway have a word for the quality of light in the winter dark. It translates roughly to 'the blue hour' but that is not accurate. The quality is specific to the winter, to the snow reflecting what little light there is, to the particular angle of the sun when it is below the horizon but not far below." He looked at Ernest. "I want to see that. Not read about it. See it."

Sunlight filtered through a thick blue curtain, illuminating a small room located in the attic. Right by the door was a large wooden desk, painted white, and a swivel chair. Under the desk was a trash can filled to the brim with some papers, soda bottles, and salty snack wrappers. On the desk there was a laptop in a silver casing, a pile of notebooks and books, and a tiny lamp. Above the desk there was a large shelf with a lot of books - from textbooks, through readings, to romances. Here and there, there were photos framed in colorful frames and many other ornaments such as jugs, figurines, etc.

I clearly heard the instructions Sain gave them and that is not something that needs to be delayed especially now that they already figured out the Mafia Romano. I took a deep breath. "Does the library located in the west wing?" I inquire. "No, it's in the north east at the end of the hallway near the-" "Got it," I cut him off. "I'll go get him" I smile and turn around. I already where is that library he is talking about. That's the place where I heard Nicolai and Sain talk about Laurent Alcatraz.

Did I mention that she is also beautiful Light grey with a white under belly and a white streak down my back she almost looks white n silver Mom says I’m blessed by the Moon goddess because I have white fur and White fur means important roles and gifts not that I have seen anything yet I guess my gifts will come once I’m mated I wonder what gift I will have doe some have healing powers or control of elements like my Mom she can control water Anyway I’m old enough not only to find my mate now because I’m 18 that’s the age a wolf is able to sense their mate Well I’m also finally able to leave home I plan to leave for college in August so I’ve been working overtime to graduate early . I can’t w

The light came from the north. Four tall windows, nearly floor to ceiling, their frames painted white, and through them the particular quality of northern light she had spent her entire adult life chasing, the light that had no warmth, no flattery, no opinion about what it illuminated. The light that showed you exactly what you were looking at. The light that didn't lie. She stood in the doorway and did not move.

JASMINE The North Wing library was nothing short of magnificent. Shelves of polished ebony wood stretched from floor to ceiling, cradling tomes that smelled of ink, dust, and time itself. Arched windows bathed the room in golden light, and the faint crackle of a fire from the hearth kept the chill at bay. If the north wing didn't have a library, I would've gone crazy. Lucien made sure we had no access to electricity. I'm very much sure that he doesn't want me to call daisy and warn her.

“If you’re going to start acting like a proper Luna, we should at least give you the information part.” The Nightshade library sat at the back of the pack house’s upper level — a long, low-ceilinged room with tall shelves running floor to ceiling and three wide windows that let in slanted afternoon light. It smelled of old paper and wood polish and something faintly herbal that I couldn’t identify. It was, unexpectedly, beautiful. Amira moved through it with the easy confidence of someone who had spent time here, pulling things from shelves and setting them on the central table with light commentary — pack records from the founding generation, maps of the territory through different periods,

"I didn't carry him through the void so the Reader could have a 'Tragic Ending'! I didn't unweave my soul so he could become a 'Silver-White executioner'!" She turned to Seraphina. "The 'Library' is the source of the Reader’s power, isn't it? It’s where they keep the 'Context' that allows them to 'Read' us." "It is the 'Semantic Anchor'," Seraphina admitted, her liquid-gold eyes bright with a terminal, ancestral wisdom. "The North is a 'World' because it has a 'History'. The Library is the physical manifestation of that history. If you break the scrolls, you break the 'Reader’s Connection'."