Origin Of Library Novels & Stories

Only those beings that have been blessed with a magical bloodline will be able to enter through its doors. So my Dragon Knight blood was the only thing protecting me. Interesting. The Library was created by the very first magical being, a witch from ancient times. It is designed to help the seeker of knowledge find what it is they are looking for. Simply speak aloud what subject you wish to research and the library will find books for you. Good. I didn’t have any time to waste going through shelves. Once one has entered the Library of Magic, they cannot speak of its existence to another living soul, lest they be cursed for eternity.

No matter what the reason, a lie couldn’t be hidden for long and neither can the schemes of others, sooner or later she will find out what her dear meant by his pretence of getting close to her. The library at the northern end of the forest stood tall and mighty in the middle of nowhere, even with its location hidden deep in the wilderness, the granite grounds of the parking were filled with cars, and the abstract white building shimmered under the glow of the sun with its many glasses windows reflecting like multiple lakes. Levy hadn’t been here before, the library that she was used to was a small wooden house with a few curious readers coming from all the surrounding packs coming to read.

She moved deeper into the library, toward the older shelves at the very back where the books looked like they had not been touched in years. And then she saw it. It was a large book, wider than her arm's length and bound in something dark that looked like old leather. The writing on the spine was faded, the letters curled in an ancient style she almost could not read. But she made out two words clearly enough. Pack Origins. She pulled it from the shelf carefully, the way one would handle something that might fall apart if handled wrong. She carried it to the small reading table in the corner and set it down. The wood groaned under its weight.

The Anatomy of the Library-Standard The library was exactly as it had been on the night the $1,000,000 contract was signed, yet entirely transformed. The air didn't smell of "Stagnant-Wealth" or "Corporate-Chilly-Logic." It smelled of old wood, rainy earth, and the faint, ozone-trace of a "Sombra-Graft" that had finally been "Naturalized."

She was in her knitted cashmere sweater, which made her look even cuter than ever. “Bibliothèque nationale de France, ” “The national library?” “Yes, the very same one.” “Excited.” She clapped her hands together to show us just how much, and I felt my heart warm up. … I stepped into the enormous library, and I was immediately transported back in time to when I was ten and my Dad had taken me on a work trip to Paris. I was young, yeah, but that hadn’t stopped me from recognizing the value in reading and having a solid reading background. It was only when we sat after picking out some books on the psychology of law did I realized my Dad’s earliest intentions to bring me into his field.

finally stabilized into "Working-Models." "And the 'Library' is 'Full'," Audrey’s echo replied. "We have turned the 'Mistakes-of-the-Origin' into the 'Foundations-of-the-Future'."

Susan nods at the woman, confirming it. "Yes, very. It's a function that was embedded into the library during its creation, by my mother, so no book could be lost, and all books could be 'called back' at the end of the year." Susan explained to the librarian. Irma Pince was almost drooling at the idea of recovering all the library's lost books. Susan chuckled looking at the woman's face. "It seems that you were not wise to this function." Susan said. Madam Pince nodded. "I have never read about it in any place."

We walk inside and Elias turns on the cordless lamp. “What sorcery is this? A library has been here for… how long has it been here?” I ask, looking around. Elias lets out a chuckle. “As long as I have lived,” he replies with a small smile making my eyes widen. “Wait.. so you created this library?” I ask, my eyes tracing the spines of the books. Most of them had nameless spines, only bound in red cover or beige ones. “No. My sister, Luna Queen Rosamond did before people began to burn manuscripts that contained important information about different species.” I hear his wistful tone and shift my gaze towards him.

The library opened on a Tuesday. The civic authority had chosen the date for its administrative convenience — the first Tuesday of August, the beginning of the second half of the civic calendar, the symbolic start of something rather than the continuation of something. Daniel had not chosen the date. He had received it as a given and had been designing around it since March when the practical completion schedule had confirmed the timeline.

THE BOOK The public library, in Lorth, was founded by a wealthy citizen Quertin, whom the family disowned do to his failed political campaign. Every book he had, he gave to the library as a gift. The workers are still cataloging then, even today. People say that in the endless piles of books, there are those that are rear, extremely rear. The building, itself, stood long before Quertin was born, in the beginning it was a command post, later it was dormitory of student of magic. It had many more usages, until the town decided to expand the previous library.