The Empty Library Novels & Stories

But I didn't see a home. "Excuse me," I said, my voice low. I turned and walked up the remaining stairs, heading toward the private library. I needed to be alone. I needed to silence the noise. I entered the library, the heavy wood doors cutting off the sound of the party. The room was dim, the air smelling of old paper and leather. I sat in one of the tall-backed chairs, staring into the fireplace. I felt nothing. It was the only way to survive the emptiness. I had built a life that was a masterpiece of design, but the ground it stood on was made of ice.

Perhaps, just maybe, I could finish it out. I slid into the library like a specter. The high doors groaned softly as I opened them, and for an awful instant, I thought someone might have heard. But there was nothing. Silence. The library was gigantic—row after row of towering bookshelves, wheeled ladders, and dusty tomes propped on pedestals like they were artifacts of gods long forgotten.

It was driving me mad. “Sit up,” Nadia instructed while dumping a ton of old tattered tomes before me. We were in an abandoned library on the outskirts of town. When she’d told me that we were going to get me some proper education, I’d been skeptical. However, as she began talking about the great library, I began to have hope. All that hope vanished with each step we took toward a deserted part of the Pack. And when I set eyes on the disheveled place, I lost all energy. But it wasn't the worst part. It was that since we stepped in there we did everything but read.

Gareth said, bringing Vera’s thought back to her body. They had rounded too many bends and were standing at the edge of yet another empty street. But just some stone throw away was the white glamming structure of the most beautiful Library, Vera had ever seen. The structure glowed the morning sun, standing elegantly on the middle of the street as if it had grown out from the earth itself. The yellow pillars that held the high roof were the only thing that contrasted to the perfectly white structure. “Wow,” Bola eyes widened with awe and respect.

She smiled, placing her hands on her waist. "Really? there's a library? Yes!" I clenched my right fist frantically in the air, excitement written all over me. Back at home, A Library was an abomination. I guess I forgot to mention there was a rule about books also? Well, here it goes. Eric had concluded that books lie. He had this ludicrous theory that books trap people. He said it's similar to a disease, a terrible sickness that has no cure. Makes humans rapted in an imaginary world, completely forgetting what reality brings.

I'm not meant to take my bag inside the library, nor is any student supposed to be in the restricted archive, but I'm too excited to unravel the secrets of the Ebon Testament to think to care about breaking rules. Dropping my bag on a small dusty stool, I bring out the Ebon Testament. I set it on the floor, flipping it open slowly. It's empty. I blink, confused. I turn to the next page, it's empty, so it's the next and the next. The entire Ebon Testament is filled with blank pages. What's happening? Is this the kind of book that needs a magic word to reveal what's written inside? I can't understand why it's empty.

Tonight, it was rather suffocating. I dropped the book I was holding on the counter and observed my surroundings. The library was empty as it usually is by that time. A lot of people in Blackwood didn't use the library. They were too busy fighting their battle, hiding their secrets. But for me, the library was another home, a place where I could hide myself away from the world. A few moments into sorting the book, I heard a low growl echo through the room. I got startled and froze on the spot I was standing.

031: ELARA POV The library is nearly empty this late, just a handful of other students scattered across the reading room, the particular hush of a building that's stopped pretending to be anything other than tired. I'm supposed to be finishing a paper due tomorrow. I've read the same paragraph four times without absorbing a word of it. It hits without warning, the way the others have — no lead-up, no sense of it coming, just the library dissolving around me mid-sentence and something else rising to take its place.

The library appeared old and somewhat abandoned, with stubborn grass pushing through the cracks in the pavement. Undeterred, Adam pushed open the creaky glass door and stepped inside, only to find the place eerily empty. "Hello, is anyone there?" he called out, but his voice echoed unanswered through the silent corridors. He began to explore the library, scanning the shelves lined with what appeared to be children's storybooks. However, his search led him to a collection of small glass bottles containing strange plants and insects, piquing his curiosity.

With that, Chloe opened the diary again and turned the page. ______ Episode 18 – Heat in the Library The university library was a cathedral of silence, a vast, hushed space where the only sounds were the faint whispers of pages turning and the distant hum of the air conditioning. Dr. Evelyn Reed, a historian specializing in medieval texts, moved through the stacks like a ghost, her fingers tracing the spines of ancient books with a reverence that bordered on worship. She was alone in the Rare Manuscripts section, a dimly lit, climate-controlled room tucked away in the library's deepest recess. Her focus was absolute, until a presence shifted the air around her.