Rotating Bookshelf Tower Novels & Stories

"My old eyes are not what they were, but I will look." I knelt down, my knees popping, partly for show, partly because I’d been in this crouch for six hours. I leaned in toward the bottom of the massive, floor-to-ceiling oak bookshelf. It was a beast of a thing, carved from solid timber and weighed at least four hundred pounds with the books included. "Is it back there?" Julian asked. I heard a strange click from above. "I do not see any ledger, Señor. Only dust and…"

It was called Room Magma. As he opened the door, the lights flicked open and an abnormally huge room was revealed. Using an inferior spatial magic, Noel fitted all the books that he had gotten from other worlds, making the towering huge bookshelves bigger than before. The shelves were arranged in a semi circle pattern. In the middle of the pattern, a huge shining white orb the size of a monument was placed and a table was put in front of it. Noel went to the table, facing his back to the big orb.

Nothing had acted randomly. Every lock had a purpose. Every symbol had a meaning. Which meant this chamber had one as well. He slowly raised his head and studied the towering shelves surrounding them. For the first time, he noticed something strange. Not every bookshelf was the same height. Three reached all the way to the ceiling. The remaining shelves stopped several feet lower. At first glance it looked like ordinary architecture. But the taller shelves formed a perfect triangle around the chamber. His heartbeat accelerated. "Elias." The old Archivist turned.

I muttered with a look of awe and admiration. It was like stepping into a fantasy library. The walls were soft-tone red with flecks of black and white. Shelves and shelves of books were neatly arranged in a circular manner. In the center was a little table with an unlit scented candle and two rows of beautiful bookmarks. Three chairs were alongside. There was also a coffee maker in the corner and a soft looking couch.

But what is the problem, Isabelle, you ask? The book was in the top row of the bookshelf which is almost equivalent to the height of The Eiffel Tower. Even if I tried, my hands could not reach that height. Hell, if I jumped on my tip-toes in my tallest heels, I probably wouldn't even graze the book. I mean, what is a good self-roast, right?

Joffrey now asks as he moves to my side, and instead of answering him, because I don’t know what it is, I continue to look around until I see and point out the scratch marks on the floor in front of a bookcase. Turning back to look at Talon, I ask him, “What is behind this wall?” Stepping over the ashes, both Talon and his clerk move to my side, while Talon says, “Nothing that I am aware of.” Joffrey begins to look at the bookcase before he tries to pull it from the wall, but it doesn’t budge, even though the marks on the old floor indicate that it has been moved out many times. In frustration, Joffrey takes a step back and I move to look at the content on the shelves, wondering if maybe the

She turned her back to face us, flashing a half-smile before she spread her arms to present the one hell of a room we were in. This place was bigger than I thought it was, and there was a pile of unused school furniture like desks and chairs cluttering the one corner. The large, wooden bookshelf placed in the middle of the room separated two sections of it. Some books with worn-out covers were stacked in every shelf, and cobwebs adorned them as if owned by a witch or something. It looked old, and the varnish that was plastered on it was peeling off.

Ruben strode comfortably towards the door with a silvery knob and pushed it open. Luuk was met with the biggest and most luxurious private library he had ever seen. He had imagined the shelves to be made of brown wood but instead, they were made of glass. The tacky common ladder designs were absent and instead, a silver plated strong looking machinery with platforms was installed below the shelf. At a glance, Luuk could tell the machinery was one that lifted people off the ground, to the direction and height they desire with an automobile robot assistant to move the books around. He had seen it in a video once but never in real life.

That would be a total disaster for him. Then he walked over to the bookshelf on the side, reached up and took out a book. There was a button behind the book. He lifted his index finger and pressed it. The bookshelf slowly moved to the side. When it stopped, he put the book back, walked in, and then the bookshelf slowly moved back. After he walked in, the whole inside suddenly lit up. The decorations were really fancy, and there was a big pearwood box in every spot, each big enough to hold a spirit beast's body. There were ninety-one boxes like that.

On that account, Evy can relate to her shock. It was also the second-largest room in the house with the ballroom taking first. The height of each shelf was something to be astounded about as they almost reached the ceiling. Whereas the books stacked together all in meticulous fashion. "Are all these allowed to be borrowed?" As the woman began to look at the spines of books and touch them in fever.