Oldest Libraries In The World Novels & Stories

“Have you seen the library of congress?” I asked. “I haven’t.” “It’s the largest library in the world. But I guess this place is larger.” The ceiling of the library was so high that it almost reached my pride. Hanging from it were five gigantic, ancient chandeliers with the brightest light I’ve ever seen. Its diamonds glitter as light touches it.

Chapter 6 When we had retrieved the hefty book, we headed back to Max's little house on the edge of Naples. The book was incredibly thick and the pages as thin as Max's chance of success in life. The writing was minuscule making it hard to read the thousands of tiny names and dates of birth on each page. The first 500 hundred pages were hardly legible, although someone had carefully gone over the ink so that it hadn't faded. Hecate Chiaramonti was on the first page, her birth date 1076 BC. That's 3096 years ago making it by far the oldest book in existence.

Lucianne’s eyes snapped back to Xandar’s elated lilac ones as she exclaimed in a whisper, “This is La Librairie, isn’t it? The largest bookstore in the Kingdom!” Xandar’s eyes were also shining at the sight of Lucianne’s excitement, “It is. You’ve clearly heard of it.” Her eyes continued to scan the place while she explained, “I’ve read about it and seen pictures of it in the news. But the sight is still breathtaking.” She looked at the ceiling which was said to contain engravings of reputable authors of the past. She then looked at the pillars which had the most famous quotes of each century. She then uttered, “The twenty-eight-floor building which holds every book known to Lycans, werewolv

And Aria—mother, Luna, flamewalker—could only cling to the vow Xander had made on the mountain: We face it together. Or we fall apart. She was just returning from the council hall when she saw them—Rowan and Mira—standing in front of the Library of the Ancients. The oldest building in Moonrise. It squatted at the edge of the village like a forgotten sentinel—half-buried in stone, its roof moss-covered, the runes carved deep into its door nearly swallowed by time. Most wolves passed it with reverence. Few ever entered. Within its walls slept the bones of knowledge—scrolls that whispered and books that wept when touched.

she said, her tone light but meaningful. “Do I get to know what it is?” “One part is a surprise.” She looked away and grinned. “But… the not surprise is the Donovan library.” My eyes widened. “The near-mythical Donovan library?” It was considered the best and most protected library in the country, beating out the temple and the Academy’s library. Legends said that an alpha king gifted it for safekeeping centuries ago, just before magic was completely persecuted out of the country. “I think it has several texts that you’d find interesting.” Her lips twitched. “They’d serve you more than me anyway.”

"Parchments were in existence years before books. And when books were invented, most of the teachings and writings in parchments were transferred into the books." "She's right." Hope nodded. "If I can just find the right one about witches... but there are thousands of books in here." Dylan grew thoughtful for a moment. His brown eyes darted round the shelves, past the tons of books neatly arranged. If they wanted to find something from years ago, they had to check the older books. "I think you're checking the wrong section," he murmured finally. "Books about witches were locked away after they went extinct." He moved towards the farther end of the library and stopped at the last shelf. The b

I pushed lightly, and the door opened without resistance. The library was not like any other on the planet. The moonstone pack was the only pack known to keep records of historical events, and boy, did we have history. The room was also the basement, burrowing deep into the ground. The library roof was almond two hundred feet high, and it was filled with shelves overflowing with books. Finding anything in this place would be near impossible, but I was looking for a treasure; hence, it was always on display. I sighed as I walked to it, enclosed in glass. "The prophecy of the last days," I whispered.

Kyra found the huge library easily enough with the help of an Omega. The smell of old books and dust greeted her the moment she entered the library. It took Kyra ten minutes to walk from one end to the other. The labyrinth of books with thick worn out spines are neatly arranged on the wooden shelves. Rows and rows of books are placed, one row older than the other. Centuries old history of the Lycan's and the Werewolfs was proudly displayed in one section. Another section belongs to their medical knowledge. Moon goddess, Vampires, golden wolves and so on. You name it this library has it.

It makes it all worth it. “You know,” I say as I watch her lightly brush her fingers against some book spines, “this may be the oldest library in the city, but the ones in our territory hold a lot of supernatural history. Stories, secrets, legends, memories… Some of them tell of our ancestors, even your family.” Willow looks up at me, her eyes glimmering. “I could show you,” I offer. She nods, her face lit up with excitement. Hendrix does a happy dance in my head. “Pussy whipped, pussy whipped!” he chants.

I adjusted my backpack and headed up the extensive stairs that were in front of the large library. It was the biggest building in the area, and it held most of the pack’s history from the time the pack was founded. There weren’t just the normal books that you would see in a non-shifter library but a bunch of magical tomes as well. It was still pretty early but the librarian I knew opened at 6:00 a.m. for the local college kids who needed to prep for their early classes. Slipping in, there was a college aged she-wolf sitting at front desk. Leaning forward, I smiled at her.