Paradise Library Novels & Stories

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

Raisel sat in Islandia’s library. It was in a very high tent and spacious, one could get missing in it. The shelves were made out of crystals that towered high above. Small dragons flew up to get books from the top shelves. She found a small corner in the library and took out her notes, she picked out any books, pamphlets, articles anything that had to do with the heart of magic. She read till midday, however, she could not find out anything that they didn’t already know.

And as she disappeared into the pages of the dream library, the world around her faded away, leaving her surrounded by the boundless possibilities of knowledge, growth, and inspiration that awaited her in the endless expanse of the world of books and ideas. Within the dream library, Hazel found herself surrounded by shelves that stretched infinitely into the distance, each one filled with books of every shape, size, and color. The air was tinged with the scent of antiquity and the whispers of ancient wisdom, creating a tapestry of knowledge that enveloped her in a cocoon of learning and discovery.

Actually, I was only supposed to meet the client tomorrow based on my original schedule. Since I did not want to stay at Coral Villa, I left early. After all the preparations were done, I had more time to explore the local area. I wandered to the foot of a famous local church. From afar, I could see its red walls and yellow tiles, exuding an ancient charm. But people normally came here to pray for marriage and children, so I should not be here. Just as I was about to leave, an old lady doing tarot reading by the wall grabbed my hand. She spoke in a dialect I could not understand and would occasionally utter simple blessings. Seeing her kind smile, I willingly paid her 30 dollars.

“Yes, you can. I got this.” Lily turned back to Atlas, who was waiting patiently. After a beat, she sighed. “Fine. But if this is some elaborate scheme to get me into a hiking trail, I’m out.” Atlas laughed. “Noted. Come on.” Lily wasn’t sure what she expected, but it definitely wasn’t this. “A bookstore café?” she asked as they stepped inside the cozy space. Atlas grinned. “You get coffee and books. It’s basically your version of paradise.” Lily glanced around, taking in the warm lighting and endless rows of bookshelves. She had to admit it was perfect.

Do you think that if she showed it to Zylah, she could do any of the things described? "I think so, but now the books don't exist anymore," I said, making a trick of my mouth. So I thought better." In fact, I have a friend who can help with this issue of lack of knowledge. Octavius, a sin of Pride, has a library in his territory. It is the only place where there is a source of research within hell. He was also responsible for putting in my head the idea of creating a book to hide parts of my magic, in case of emergencies or so that I would not lose control of the powers.

he added while shrugging his shoulder. I couldn’t help but only nod in response, ‘doesn’t the Paradiso go last out of this series?’ I ask myself before brushing the thought away. I look down at the book in my hands again, noticing that it was Paradiso, meaning that I only have the Purgatorio to look for. “Uhm, if you want, meron ako ng Inferno book, you can borrow it, kung gusto mo lang naman” I smiled sheepishly at the guy. He looks at me again, with his eyebrows raised up at my sudden statement. “I mean, medyo mahirap siyang hanapin since it needs to be translated, so I only find a few na nagp-publish ng book” I added while holding the book in my hand, looking up at him with a small smile.

"Come along. Some interesting stories are waiting to be told." Jay got up on his feet and followed the Author out of the room. As he expected, everything was made of words, even the servants in the Palace. It seemed the Author was the only celestial being that wasn't made up of words. Jay followed the Author walking on the long hallway until they reached the door at the end of the hallway. The Author opened the door, revealing a gigantic library with unknown numbers of brown-leathered books on the shelves. The library size seemed to be endless as it stretched further down Jay's sight. Hundred of servants working the library. Some of them arranged the books, carried some books from shelf to s

"I'll just take a look around if you don't mind." "Oh, sure." She waved a hand at the hundreds of books before us. "Feel free. This is a promised place for us book lovers after all." I gave a chuckle and carefully pulled the book from the shelf. “I agree to that. Nice store name, by the way.” I trailed my hand over the leather cover, feeling its smooth texture, and silently read the title. The Land of Blood. “My friend came up with that name,” she began to go on, “not a surprise since she’d always say her kind of paradise would be a library.”

It was dark and eerily silent inside the pack house library. The room was located at the third floor of the pack house people rarely go to this floor except for the servants with their cleaning duties. Iris sneaked in turning on the flashlight of her phone scanning the spines of the books. Surprisingly they were neatly arranged, she was able to find a section filled with topics about flowers and plants. While choosing a book two black smoke appeared behind her. "Found what you're looking for?" Iris was startled instantly grabbing a book to defend herself. The two demons showed up themselves before her. Passadio chuckled of her choice of weaponry defense. "I don't think a book can hurt us. Ni