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.

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.

PARIE IS beyond excited to explore the library, being given this once in a lifetime opportunity was enough to hype her and gather all the books, basically everything she needed that involves mana and its usage. She is in the first level of the library and there are already countless books about mana, whether it is about how to use it effectively or transferring it to another person. "Let's see here..." Parie grabbed about every book she could find and read one of them for starters; a book about the origin of mana and how the world came to be as we know it, just to refresh her mind of what she had learned.

​AMARA'S POV ​The quiet sanctuary of the library was lit by the pale morning sun, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floorboards. I sat at my father’s massive mahogany desk, surrounded by heavy, leather-bound chronicles detailing the ancient histories of our people. ​For hours, I did not lift my eyes from the pages. I immersed myself in the lineages of the great matriarchs who had shaped the Twelve Kingdoms. As I read through accounts of past wars, territorial treaties, and political crises, a profound realization began to dawn on me.

he hesitated, his eyes snapping to me, “catch up.” “Of course,” Aaron said. “Thank you for bringing her. I’ll show you to the library.” We followed Aaron down a hallway on the first floor. “Isn’t the library upstairs?” I said. That’s where he’d brought me the first time I’d been here, to learn about the Werewolf-Human War. “That’s the research library. This is the recreational library,” Aaron said as if it were normal for one to have two libraries in their personal home. He ushered us into a room full of bookshelves dotted with comfortable furniture.

The oppressive darkness slowly began to lift, the ethereal library regaining some of its former luminance. The books and scrolls, previously thrown into disarray, started floating again, resuming their gentle dance. Lysandra's face, usually calm and composed, was lined with worry. "I never thought the day would come when someone would be drawn to the Origin. It's a place of immense power, and equally immense danger." I stared at the pulsating red dot on the scroll. "But why is it part of my path?"

(Alexander's POV) When my aunt disclosed the whole thing, I was shocked for the first few seconds after hearing it but then I looked at Evelyn and got out of my trance. “How did you know?” After a while, we all settled down and looked at my aunt for answers. “Earlier, I immediately remembered about a book that was only written on the original moon goddess's life. So, I went to the library which is specially built for our world” She opened the book and the first picture that we all saw surprised us.

he said. Her mother looked at Anya. Anya said nothing. She had nothing to add to fifteen. Her mother turned back to Leo. “When I was fifteen,” she said slowly, “I was trying to figure out what library school required. I’d already decided I wanted to be a librarian. I knew libraries were where the permanent things were.” She paused. “I think you’re doing something related to what I did. I organized knowledge so it could be found. You’re building the system for knowledge that hasn’t been organized yet.”

"The school library has very limited resources on this topic, and most people only know folklore and bedtime stories meant to frighten young pups." She's right. Even the few teachers who claim to know anything about it offer only watered-down, distorted versions of the truth. Deep down, I know that the real information is locked away, concealed from prying eyes like mine. "Where did you get the book?" I freeze, hesitating as memories of acquiring the book flood back to me. "Um, I borrowed it from Artemis' library," I finally reply, avoiding her gaze. A moment of thought passes before her eyes light up.