Silence In The Library Novels & Stories

ELI . . The library extension was quieter than usual. Aside from the occasional turn of a page, the soft tap of fingers against laptop keys, a chair scraping gently across the floor before settling again, there was no sound. No muttering or chatters. I sat alone at one of the long wooden tables near the back of the room, my fingers drumming lightly against the edge of the table before I stopped myself. The sound felt too loud in a place like this. I glanced at my watch for what felt like a thousand times.

Her heart ached in ways words could not describe. She pressed her hand to her chest, feeling the rhythm of her pulse. The world had moved on. She had moved on. But her heart… her heart refused to. PART 2 WHEN SILENCE SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS The library smelled of old paper and polished wood, a quiet refuge from the city outside. Maya traced her fingers along the spines of books, pretending she was lost in research, but she knew exactly who had entered moments ago. Ethan.

As if that wasn't enough, a heavy thud of sensible shoes echoed down the aisle, and the old librarian walked up to our section, her eyes boring into me through her reading glasses. "This is a silent study zone, young lady," she told me off. "If you cannot keep your noise level down, I will have to ask you to leave the building." "I am so sorry," I whispered back quickly, heat flushing my cheeks. "It won't happen again." The librarian gave us one last warning look before turning around and marching back toward the front desk, which made me stifle my laugh behind my hand, my shoulders shaking as I tried to bury the remaining giggles against my wrist.

CHAPTER 29: THE BURNED NAME Ariana’s POV There are some kinds of silence that feel louder than screams. The library had always unsettled me, even before I understood why. It wasn’t the dust or the age of the place—Mooncrest thrived on old things, on history pressed into stone and ink—but the way the walls seemed to lean inward, as though listening. Tonight, that sensation clung to me more tightly than usual, wrapping around my spine as I moved deeper into the restricted wing, my palm resting unconsciously over my stomach.

The old house seemed to swallow the sound, as if it, too, was listening to the mirror’s pulse. But she didn’t answer. She didn’t trust her voice to sound like her own. She worried that if she spoke, the mirror might answer with her voice instead—slightly wrong, too quick, a mimicry that would fool even Tristan. So she kept silent, swallowing her fear as she descended the stairs. Jade The library was too quiet, the kind of hush that pressed against Jade’s ears and made the turning of a page sound thunderous. Dust motes spiraled through the shafts of late afternoon light, settling on rows of books that seemed to be holding their breath.

When we leave the car is in complete silence. It takes us half an hour to get to the library, so the silence lasts that long. Sometimes I would mumble the words to a song on the radio, Ash would sometimes as well. When we get there he only says, “We need a computer and access to informative books.”

Like I blinked, and the library rearranged itself. The books are gone. The shelves stretch higher than they should. The windows are covered, and no light is filtering through. I can’t see the hearth anymore. And in the center of the room, where the woven rug should be, stands a man in white. Pale hair. Pale skin. No scent. No sound. Not a single thread of magic humming from him. But my pulse starts to race. Because I know who he represents. Circle of Silence. The man doesn’t speak. He doesn’t have to.

**** NOAH The school library was nearly empty, save for the quiet hum of the AC blowing a steady stream of cool air overhead. I sat alone at a corner table, the dim glow of my laptop screen casting faint shadows across the polished wood. My fingers moved steadily over the keyboard, each click punctuating the silence.

She said she wanted to join so I told her where I was sitting. We often studied in the library, for research papers, and various other things. Anyway, there were rarely more than twenty people in there at a time. We guessed it was because of the absolute silence rule. So, you always had to be quiet. Being too loud could get you kicked out. Chloe and I tried to keep it quiet, but it always seemed to be a challenge. Although, there was a small section in the very back that was almost always empty. That was pretty much the only place where you could talk in a normal voice.

Of course, libraries are supposed to be silent but the library of LA Florence Academy was filled with a bit of murmurs from time to time, especially when it is jam packed with students. But today, it was oddly silent. ‘Could the students be relaxing for the weekend?’ Hestia thought as she swiped her library card on the glass door entrance and with a silent ding, the door opened and welcomed her into the library. The scent of the room is all ink with old and new papers. Such scent would be a heaven for the bookworms. Hestia strolled from bookshelf to bookshelf, searching for the sections where books about some of her specialised subjects are placed. She walked some more and as she went deeper