Oldest Library In The Usa Novels & Stories

TAMLIN'S POV I released a sigh of relief once I entered the library. This is one of the oldest libraries in the supernatural world, filled with archives on extinct packs and existing ones. I had gone around the world taking any job that could give me access to the biggest and strongest pack that might have any clue about my pack's extinction. This was a one-in-a-million opportunity that I couldn't miss. The library was enormous, smelled of old books and magic and I wondered where we should even begin.

I bet it had been ages since he had seen someone enter this place. “Honored Lord, I’m Hudson. How may I help you? This library is the oldest in Lordslane, so we have every piece the other Libraries don’t.” Hudson began flaunting. “Do you have a book about other species? Vampire or witch?” I asked carefully. “Of course we have it. It’s on the second floor. Let me take you there.” Hudson walked before us. He kept telling a story about this library and the oldest book he had on the shelf. From time to time, he’d ask a question, but I played deaf and gave him a few silver coins.

I need to finish this story before it’s too late. Next was the adjacent building which housed the oldest building in the county, the library. One of the benefits of living in a small community was the convenience of everything being very condensed, close, and old. Making my way through and setting arrangements with the librarian, I spent the better part of the morning creating a workspace in one of their presentation rooms. Traffic for them wasn't great so they didn’t mind allowing me to reserve the room for the week. It seemed that having someone in the library was enough cause for him to go out of his way for me.

As I take a seat across from him, he looks up at me with a smile, his eyes creasing kindly. I smile back, glad to have this opportunity to aid him in caring for this place of knowledge and contemplation, this library that houses so much history between its shelves. For now, that will be mystery enough for me. I take a seat across from the physician and begin to help organize the material on the table in front of us. As we work, he tells me more about the library's history. It originated as part of a royal monastery built hundreds of years ago. Many of the oldest volumes originated from the monks' collection. However, the library went through many shifts of fortune over time.

Something inside me was restless, like an invisible hand tugging at my chest. By the time I reached the library, dawn had barely touched the horizon. The large double doors creaked open, revealing rows of ancient shelves and the faint scent of parchment and dust. The Crescent Moon library was one of the oldest in the region, its archives holding records of every battle, every raid, every history written under moonlight. If there were answers, they would be here. I walked past the shelves until I reached the back section,The Era of the Alpha Gods. Thick books, sealed scrolls, and yellowed maps filled the space. My fingers brushed over their spines until I found what I was looking for: The Rec

Until Poppy who suggested I tried the Royal library. “It’s the oldest library in the entire kingdom, Your Highness,” she was folding clothes when she turned to me. “Older than the King apparently. If whatever you’re looking for is real, it would be there. But…” She shook her head smiling like I wasn’t serious. “It belongs only to His Majesty and his closest advisors. Even other concubines don’t go near it.” And the old me would have certainly not wanted anything to do with it. But I couldn’t help it, I wanted to understand why I was like this.

When the car came to a stop in front of the old library, I dashed out. The building was the first and oldest in Chicago. It held classic books and had always been a reference place for history scholars. I marched into the building while Mile’s feet clicked behind me. We reached the first floor and stopped at the reception. There was an old man stationed behind a counter and right behind him was a corridor that exposed a vast collection of books held by tall towers and massive shelves. “Good day, sir.” I cleared my throat loudly. He immediately pulled out a register and slapped it on the counter.

Just then, an idea hit Azalea's thinking the moment she saw some stacks of very old books in another separated session. They were arranged from the floor all the way to the top, that it even looked so discouraging to pick a book from there. They were like books that had stayed for too in the library, and were not also easy to get rid of because of its ancient knowledge. Not really anything of interest to the new generation. "I think we might probably find something relating to witches there," Azalea nudged Ayden who was lost, looking at other books that also seemed to catch his interest.

So I picked up my cold coffee and drank the last of it and looked out the window at the main street of a town that apparently ran on witchery. The newspaper rustled. Catherine was back. She was already seated and already reading and I genuinely hadn’t heard her return. She turned a page with the unhurried ease of someone who had been sitting there for ten minutes. Then she tapped the bottom corner of the page she'd just turned to. "There's a library two streets from here," she said. Her voice was completely conversational. The way you'd mention a coffee shop you'd been meaning to try. "It's been in this town since before any living person can remember." She turned another page. "I'd start th

Then another thought would follow, much colder than the first. And I know. That knowledge became something like an addiction. So Damien went looking for answers. The Port Haven library occupied a thin, stone building overlooking the harbor. It had been there for more than a hundred years, long before Damien was born, long before anyone in town thought the ocean was anything other than a source of fish, storms, shipwrecks. It was a quiet place. Too quiet for what he was searching for. He started in the history section, then mythology, then folklore, marine biology, then old newspapers.