Season 2 The Librarians Novels & Stories

The ordinary two hundred and fourteen: the people who had been using the temporary location and transferred their habit to the permanent building, the curious who had seen the announcement, the ones who had come without particular purpose because the library was on their route and it was open and they went in. Daniel knew the number because the library director had told him at three o'clock with the quiet satisfaction of someone who understood that two hundred and fourteen on a Tuesday was not a soft launch — it was the actual world, the real library in its real place, the ordinary attendance that would now repeat every Tuesday for the years ahead. He and Miriam had stayed through the day.

Liora was able to return the first set of books we took and also steal the actual biographies, and then we escaped back to the room. "We laughed over it… mostly about the moment Liora had frozen mid-step when the librarian turned around, grabbing my arm so hard I nearly dropped everything. I was so tired by the time we got back that I just slept off. It was evening when I woke up, and Liora was still knitting. She had made a fresh batch of pancakes. I joined the party quietly, reading the books. “So, she was killed by one of the five factions, but it wasn't stated which.” I said, finishing one of the three books.

Curiosity gets the better of me and I stalk forward to turn the golden knobs of the door. They give way and the door pushes open with a terrifyingly loud creak. But what the two doors hide is so much more amazing. It is a library. Books line the walls, and a great swirling staircase leads up to the second floor of it. Two large windows let the moonlight in as the torches do not lead on into the library. I shut one door behind me, leaving the other open in case the doors were to lock behind me.

“The last time I was here, I couldn’t get in.” “Well, things are different now.” Liam smiled at me, then walked up to the front desk and asked for entrance to the restricted section. The librarian, the same older woman from before, didn’t even bat an eye. “Of course, Alpha Liam. Right this way.” She grabbed the key and led us over to the restricted area. Liam wiggled his eyebrows at me behind her back, and I rolled my eyes. Of course it would be easy for him to get in. The librarian unlocked the door, then let us into the restricted section. “We do ask that each guest limits their perusal to two hours,” she said as we passed. “It allows us to keep the space air-controlled.”

piper said winking at her. After she finished her meal Hazel stared at her wrist then at the door. "Piper, can you take me to the library?." Piper's eyes lit up. "Yes! Let's go." She danced dramatically. ....... The library was three stories of old wood and older secrets. Piper led her to the history section, the third row, back corner. "Anything specific?" "I will know when I see it." Hazel ran her fingers along the spines. Territorial wars. Bloodlines of the east.

Grand Old Master Yorks said with a dark complexion, "Must he mess up the place when he’s just here to steal books? Look how exhausted my apprentices are because of him…” After making a mock expression of concern, Grand Old Master Yorks asked, "What’s missing?" The librarian replied timidly, “The register is missing, Grand Old Master.” Grand Old Master Yorks’ expression turned grim all of a sudden. "Looks like Doomsday is the reason why he’s here!” He then walked out with a sullen look on his face. Meanwhile, Jay was holding onto Zayne as he dug some cassia seeds and gathered honeysuckles before heading back.

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She nodded again. “Let’s get started, guys. It’ll be sunup before we know it with all this stuff,” Aaron said. Margo had tried to get rid of everything she could before this day, but it turned out that she had more stuff than she realized. They started moving boxes out the door. Morris and Anthony lifted a chair and were carrying it out the door. Then what they all heard made their blood run cold. “Freeze! FBI!” “Shit!” Morris yelled.

She smoothed her skirt as best she could and left the ruined panties where they had landed among the manuscripts. They did not speak while they gathered the displaced volumes and returned them to rough order. The competitive fire was still there in the looks they exchanged, only now it carried the raw knowledge of what the silence of the stacks had allowed. Somewhere above them the night librarian turned a page. In the Restricted Section the air still smelled of old paper and sex, and both of them already knew the next debate would never be only about the text again.

I asked, hastily changing the discussion. Luckily, Roxie didn't suspect a thing. Her eyes lit up as she looked at the books in her hands. “Yes, I think I'm done. But I'll just check the next row in case I see anything that catches my eye.” As I followed her, asking about the historical section of the library, she seemed as clueless as me. ‎But my freedom didn’t last. ‎ ‎I spotted the twins entering the library. ‎ ‎They didn’t grab books. Didn’t talk. Didn’t even blink. They just stood by a shelf in the back, facing me like statues carved for intimidation.