The Librarian Of Burned Books Novels & Stories

“What the hell?” “Mini portal. He ordered a book from their library by the looks of it. Where do you think the more interesting tomes went when the Library of Alexandria burned? Do you think they’d let their destruction happen? Well, they only took what they hadn’t copied. But you didn’t hear that from me. He gets them because of who he’s subbing for. Otherwise, this wouldn’t be happening. He’d be going to them.” Yolanda whispered to him. “Oh, come on, I’m just joking. Well, I hope I am. I wouldn’t know. But they’re known for their extensive knowledge and libraries. Fianna has the most knowledge on how to deal with supernatural creatures. When I mean to deal with them. It entails killing or

My heart hammered against my ribs so hard it felt like it might actually break. "We have to move, Gideon! It’s spreading!" I yelled back. I reached out and grabbed his arm. His white shirt was already stained with black soot. Gideon didn't move. He stood frozen on the damp grass, staring at the burning limestone. "The library," he whispered. The word was almost lost to the crackle of the flames. "The library is right in the center of it."

In my hands was a book. A werewolf novel. Fake Dating My Ex Alpha Mate’s Rival Biker Stepbrother. The title alone would have made me laugh a few weeks ago. It was written by N-Victory, an author whose stories I had loved for years. I had found the book that morning in the small library room downstairs and had been hooked ever since the doctor left. My eyes moved across the pages quickly. The characters were dramatic. Emotional. Chaotic. Exactly the kind of romance stories I used to devour without thinking. But not as dark as the ones I used to love.

I leaned closer, anticipation buzzing in my veins— Only to freeze. Books. Shelves and shelves of them, stretching from top to bottom. Old ones. Ancient-looking, with worn spines and faded gold lettering. Dusty, but organized with meticulous care. My shoulders slumped. “Seriously?” I muttered. Why warn me off if this was all there was? Then I saw it. A small, folded piece of white paper resting innocently among the books. My heart kicked. I snatched it up and unfolded it— And rage hit me full-force.

Alessandro pov The candles had burned down to stubs, their melted wax pooling like coagulated blood on the dark mahogany tables. I didn't bother to light new ones. I sat motionless on the leather sofa, staring fixedly at the hearth where the light from the dying fire threw long, distorted shadows across the library walls. The amber flames danced over the spines of thousands of leather-bound books—histories of men much greater, much crueler, and infinitely wiser than I would ever be. Right then, none of their archived wisdom meant a damn thing.

"Adrian entered the Chamber of Stories." The next page... was completely blank. Adrian looked up. "It hasn't been written." "No." The stranger answered. "It hasn't been chosen." The words echoed through the endless library. Adrian slowly closed the book. "So history isn't fixed?" The mysterious man smiled. "History is fixed." "Choices are not." He walked toward another enormous shelf. This one contained hundreds of books. Every one bore Adrian's name. Some books were burned. Some were soaked in water. Some were stained with blood.

“There is another way. If they find you here you will die. And so will I if the gods are not on my side.” Mare turned and ran in the direction he was pushing her and he led her to the center of the library, to the table where he had been standing moments ago. They went even further until they were in front of a curtain and behind this was a narrow door she had not noticed before and here he opened the door and pushed her through it at the same time the heavy library doors swung open and soldiers and servants came rushing in. But not before he thrust the burned book into her hands. "Go." “Search every corner! Find the culprits!”

"What do you think you're doing?" Startled, I spun around to see the elderly Librarian. His bushy eyebrows were furrowed in anger. I straightened, book in hand. "I was just looking for some information," I replied, calmly. What was the big deal? He shuffled closer, his gaze falling on the chest. His eyes widened a fraction. He cleared his throat. "Those books," he began, his voice low, "they're not for the likes of you. You're not supposed to have found them."

Since it was still day time, I knew I couldn't go to the gardens, I didn't have my usual jobs any longer as I would be serving the queen herself and so I made my way to the one place I knew there wouldn't be anybody, not even Merilyn, the library. This time around, I needed some time alone to collect my thoughts and get myself back together. I wasn't going to be reading any books, or at least that's what I thought. When I got there, as expected, there was only the Librarian. The Lycans never really cared about the books, I wondered why they needed a library in the palace. The Librarian was an old woman, she was a werewolf as well. She was so lucky, at least she didn't have to deal with the L

If that's the norm, I won't care if I'm included or not. I just went to the library to read a book about Eleftheria. Maybe there is information there about the volcano. I will just pour out my anger and annoyance there. I am being immature and I don't understand myself either. The Palace library is spacious. Even if I spend a year reading it I won't finish all the books. Fortunately, it's easy to find what you need to read here because there are names. I went to the row where there were books about different parts of Valeria. I saw there a book about Samona, Caracass, Avalone, and Valencia. There was also a book about monsters in the Valeria forest and Eleftheria caught my eye.