The Empty Library Novels & Stories

BUT THIS ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• IS PRESENT DAY. ANYWAYS, PLEASE ENJOY! ༻☆✫☆༺ The Goodwill library was a sanctuary of knowledge and silence. Tall wooden shelves lined the walls, filled with countless books that whispered secrets of the past and promises of the future. The soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of pages turning created a soothing atmosphere. Students were scattered throughout the library, some hunched over their computers, others buried in textbooks, all lost in their own worlds of study and contemplation.

Damned butterflies. “Shhhh.” I whisper. “We’re not supposed to talk in here.” I glance around. The place is empty. Suspiciously empty. Libraries at 1 p.m. are never empty. I worked in one four weeks ago. Of course he privatized the entire library. Because rich people logic. “It’s just the two of us,” he says. “Yeah. I just noticed that.” I grasp my book back. “I’ll go get another one.”

The library was a rare solace in this place, a sanctuary where no one could hurt me, where I could be lost in someone else’s world. I pushed the door open and entered, greeted by the familiar scent of old books and polished wood. The library was vast, with shelves that reached all the way to the high ceiling, filled with books on every subject imaginable. I loved the silence here. The quiet was comforting, even if it was only temporary. I walked through the aisles, running my fingers along the spines of the books, searching for something that would take my mind off the aching void inside. But nothing could fill it. The emptiness lingered.

then why the hell I was being so submissive to Xavier? Sighing to myself I decided to focus on the song in my headphones. I was listening to my favourite song and humming a little when I suddenly realised that the library looked oddly empty. There was no one around me , I tried to look around thinking I could spot someone but no .... nothing, I couldn't find anyone, there was no one in the whole freaking Library! I started to sweat, 'please don't tell me I'm the only one here! N-no , even the librarian isn't here . What is going on? '

The quiet librarian? The proxy bride? The girl who bleached her soul to save a library?

And if he doesn’t, then we’re back to square one with more questions and no answers. But first, books. I sigh as I unlock the library doors, flipping on the lights and stepping inside. The scent of aged pages and roasted coffee greets me like a bittersweet hug. If I weren’t preoccupied with supernatural schemes and the sour library assistants, I’d actually love this place more. I set my bag down behind the front desk and get to work. Lights on. Coffee corner set up. Chairs pushed in. By the time I finish, the library is still empty. No other students. No other staff. Just me and the silence pressing in.

The library of Black Hollow sat at the far end of Main Street, tucked between a shuttered tailor shop and a hardware store with a sagging sign. Evelyn hadn’t expected much—a rural town library rarely offered more than outdated encyclopedias and romance paperbacks—but to her surprise, the building was solid brick, its tall windows clouded with age. Inside, it smelled of dust and old paper, the air dry and cool. A single elderly librarian sat behind the desk, her hair a thin halo of white, glasses perched on the tip of her nose. She looked up briefly, nodded, and returned to her knitting.

Failed. That’s why the library’s always empty during the day. It’s not a real library—not during the hours that matter. It’s a front. A 24-hour gateway to… whatever the hell that was. By midnight the ache was unbearable. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t think. My hand slipped under the waistband of my pajamas almost without permission, circling slowly, but it wasn’t enough. The pictures in my head were too vivid, too loud. I got up, pulled on jeans and a hoodie, snuck out the back door like I was sixteen again. The streets were quiet; the library’s windows glowed faintly when I arrived.

The lines between choice and surrender blurs and only fire remains…. By the end, she must decide; can she survive being claimed… by two of them? When she can’t choose or have just one! ELARA SOKOLOVA’S P.O.V. The library was almost empty, it was the kind of empty that makes you feel like you own it, like the world outside that’s wet, gray, and loud hadn’t bothered to check if you existed. Rain drummed against the tall windows in a steady, soothing rhythm leaving a white noise that made me almost forget I was alone.

I had no idea where to go so I walked into a library filled with dust and books. I greeted the Libyan with a smile and for the first time the library smiled at me, I was astonished. I always knew grumpy Liberians and I came to a conclusion . That’s how they were trained but I was wrong. I got into the library and picked up a huge book with the title giving me ideas. I open the book to a Picture if an ascent family. I looked back at the title. “The underworld..” I murmured quietly trying not to draw attention to myself.