Origin Of Library Novels & Stories

Heather's POV: Flashback: a few weeks ago... When I first arrived at the Library of Alphas, I was astonished by the vast and many books. Our history was long and prosperous, though it wasn't without its wars. From what I've read, we have been plagued by greed and superiority complexs that spands generations. As much as I simply wanted to enjoy the wealth of centuries of past lives that came before me, it was only one life I was in search for. I scoured the entire library, looking for the earliest accounts. Considering Cimone was around the time the first King of our people was throned, I'm sure there wouldn't really be any knowledge before that time, if any, very limited. In the Chosen's lib

I watched her for a moment longer than I should have, the way her expression softened as she took in every detail. “Come on,” I said finally, breaking the silence. “I think you’ll like to spend more time in the library.” She nodded with obvious elation that was infectious. We returned to the library, and I wasn’t surprised when her face lit up again. She immediately gravitated toward one of the shelves, her fingers brushing over the spines. “What’s the history behind these?” she asked, pulling out an old leather-bound book. I stepped closer, glancing at the title. “That one’s about the origins of our pack. It details the founding families and how the hierarchy was established.”

“Found what?” “Alexandria.” My eyes widened and the grumpy facade dropped. “You found…Alexandria? Like…” “The library. All of it, Z. It’s all there. Our actual accounts of how our races started. The very beginning. No fluff. In scrolls. In hieroglyphics. Oh, Z, it was amazing. Books and scrolls for a long as you could even look. You couldn’t seen the end of the shelves. They were as tall as the trees in your home pack.”

The Genome Library was the world's biggest, partially centralized library. The amount of information the library had was nothing ordinary. Though it was the right approach to put all the information in a single place, so there were many branches of the library with their own section. Creed has come back to the Genome Library. This time he also observed that for some reason the buildings have changed their positions. Raymond had told this to him yesterday, but he realized that they have literally switched the positions randomly. The buildings weren't moving right now, so he assumed that this must have happened in the night.

All of this for one cursed being. Brianna glances around to make sure we’re alone. “Because she’s a special Crimson-born.” What is that? “That’s it? That’s all the information I get?” I mutter. She looks around to ensure we aren't overheard. “Did you know the Lycans have a sealed library? One they’ve been struggling to open for centuries. Anyone who enters never comes out alive.” “What does that have to do with Zephyra?” “In that library, it’s rumored there are records of what really happened in the beginning. The true history of the Crimson-born, who they really are.”

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.”

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 paused at the water fountain near my destination to have a drink, before stepping into the large hall that was labeled Pawxlore’s library. The school wasn’t playing games when it came to books and it’s werewolf culture to always have a library in your home. According to Professor Norton, it was traditional many years ago because it was believed to ward off demons. Demons wouldn’t want to prey on a creature that stores books for knowledge as they are harder to manipulate. Sounds stupid, right? Most of History is silly.

"The Library: The beautiful library pavilion contains many sacred scriptures, but the original library was destroyed by fire." "Why are you telling me this?" Javier now had a concerned look as he had put the phone down before the other line had a chance to finish. There was something wrong with their conversation, but Dave could not think of it. He just hoped that Alfonso and Dave had messed something up.

The girl’s skin was no longer translucent, it was a solid, polished obsidian that reflected the flickering emergency lights of Fifth Avenue, and the violet blood on her dress was pulsing with a rhythmic, radiant white light that signaled the Archive’s total stabilization. "The library is a temple of dead data, Verina, a collection of paper and ink that the new board has already archived into a single, efficient line of code," the girl spoke, her voice a synchronized chorus of a thousand stolen memories that made the very air in the portico vibrate, she held up the mechanical key, the cold steel glinting with a lethal, silver light that matched the coldness in her eyes. "The 1911 blueprints a