Season 2 The Librarians Novels & Stories

"Section 7, subsection Gamma. 'Mortality and its Discontents.' But be warned, it's not pleasant reading." “And—don’t touch anything that moves” “Got it.” I nodded my thanks and turned, leaving the ancient librarian to her dusty domain. As I walked into the shadowed stacks, I felt a grim sense of purpose settle over me. The air in Section 7, subsection Gamma, was thick enough to chew. The books were old and most of the titles were archaic and dull—"The Lamentations of the Second-Born," "A Treatise on Bloodlines and Boredom." I was about to give up when my fingers brushed against something different.

It's a small preview on what to expect in Season 2. I guess that's all from me at the moment. With a grateful heart I'm thanking everyone who's been with me on this journey. The love, support and the words of encouragement has really shaped me into a better version of myself. Once more, I'm truly sorry for the empty promises, late updates and long gaps between the chapters. Hopefully, Season 2 will be better and I hope the book is given one last chance from you guys. See you on September 19th for the preview and synopsis of Season 2. And on 26th September for the beginning of Season 2. Take good care, have fun and stay happy. xo, Jane.

"Everyone's gathered already. Come on." Lars figured as much. He and Rachelia plunged themselves into the dark center hollow of the Librarium, descending to the lower area. Rachelia's eyes looked like she wanted to say something, but she didn't utter a single word even after they reached the base floor. Lars didn't feel like receiving another 'sorry' either way, so he didn't press on.

“It seems you hold back a lot. Like you are afraid of upsetting your audience. Leave that mindset behind and don’t worry about what others think. The right ones will fall in line and love what you have to say—” “I’m sorry, Professor,” the librarian said as she approached us. She was kind with warm brown eyes and long brown hair that she had tied in a low ponytail. “But I’m afraid I’m just about to close for the evening. But you can return tomorrow.” “We were just finishing up,” Joseph said to her, returning her smile. “We won’t be much longer.” She nodded and went back to her desk to finish her end-of-the-day paperwork. I started to close my notebook and shuffled my papers into the folder be

Sera stood beside the library window watching droplets race across the glass. Lucien joined her, hands tucked into his coat pockets. "I keep thinking about something," she said. "What?" "Twenty-three years ago..." "They destroyed two best friends by making each believe the other had betrayed them." Lucien nodded. "And now?" She looked toward him. "They're trying to do the same thing again." Silence settled between them. Neither needed to say who they were. Because whoever was behind this... Had already made the first move. Outside, thunder rolled across the city.

Dim overhead lights cast long shadows between the rows, and the air carried that comforting, dusty scent of old paper and leather bindings. Lila Harper had worked the late shift at the circulation desk for three semesters. At 29, she was the youngest full-time librarian on staff, with sharp hazel eyes, shoulder-length chestnut hair often twisted into a loose bun, and a body that her modest cardigans and knee-length skirts couldn’t quite hide. She knew every quiet corner of the building, including which sections offered the most privacy after 9 p.m.