Oldest Library In The Usa Novels & Stories

she said simply. I tilted my head. “How so?” “You’re quieter. More... still. Like you’re listening to something no one else can hear.” I gave her a small smile. “Maybe I am.” After breakfast, I found myself drawn to the library. Not the new one in the mansion, but the old ruins deep in the forest—what was once the sacred hall of records for the first wolves of the River Heart Pack. Nathaniel had shown it to me once, when I was still new and unsure. Now, I walked the crumbling path alone, feeling the stones call to me.

Something else walked in Ashwood. And so he did what every Mayor had done in times when the balance tipped—he sought out the Order of Ash. --- The library of Ashwood stood at the northern edge of the square, a tall, skeletal building of stone and stained glass. Generations had added their touch: a new wing of shelves here, a bell tower there. Children ran through its doors daily to learn their letters. To most, it was only a place of books. But the Mayor knew better.

Looking at the map, I frowned and asked with confusion "What is it?" She continued "The oldest part of the library." There were so many secrets I didn't even know. I asked with confusion "Are there older sections?" She nodded once and said " It was closed fifty years ago." Hearing it, I narrowed my eyes and asked "Why?" Her expression darkened and she continued "Some knowledge attracts the wrong people." Then she walked away before I could ask another question. I unfolded the map. There was a hidden staircase below this library. Aiden looked over my shoulder and said "I've never seen this."

I entered the library that belonged to our pack for centuries. The interior was very old, Victorian style. I don’t know why, but for some reason, I always felt the power of knowledge and imagination every time I stepped inside a library. I could hear the dusty untouched books on the shelves asking me to read them. People of my pack consider this library as the best place to read in peace and gather more information on our history. Even in my personal life, this library has a great influence on me. I became a member when I was only eight. I started with encyclopedias, and guides on wolfs, and training, and ended being a passionate reader of books and novels.

Jax’s POV The Harrington Library at 1:00 AM felt less like a center for learning and more like a mausoleum for dead dreams. The air was stale, smelling of ancient parchment and the lingering scent of floor wax. I moved through the stacks with the silent precision I’d honed sneaking out of my parents' Manhattan penthouse, my eyes scanning the shadows for a flash of navy blue or a mess of dark hair.

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.

I strolled through the library, enjoying the soft rustle of pages and the familiar scent of old paper. When I entered the history section, my fingers brushed over the spines until two words leaped out at me: Capris Coven. I stopped in my tracks and smiled. "Why hadn’t I thought of this before?" I mused. Alpha Sebastian's pack owned the oldest and largest library in our realm; surely they had records about Capris Coven.

“Literature is a weapon too.” “What kind of weapon are we searching for?” About the other-races and their abilities. “We don’t have enough books about them online?” she whispered. “We want old books.” “I doubt you’d find them here, Dani. The library is old, but I think their collection is limited to human books.” Marie was right. She learned nothing new from books dating back to the 19th century at the oldest.

I walked in the aisle between racks with books on my left and right and everywhere. There were three libraries. The first one was on the ground floor, particularly for children. Others were on the second floor, which one was old--I guessed it was Eliot meant last time--and the next was newer. The old library was restricted and needed elders or Ben and Rona's permission to enter. It was my Alpha in my case. And I took the old one to visit. I kept walking on each aisle, looking for something poking my interest. You're right. It was a witch.

“It’s the biggest library in the werewolf community, the oldest and most comprehensive. ”True to Janine’s words, the library was huge with high ceilings that towered many feet above my head. Rolls of tall shelves filled to the brim with books were arranged systematically. “The library has about five archives.” Janine continued, pulling me about as she went. “Seriously, I’m surprised Dale hasn’t found the time to give you that tour.”