The Librarian Of Burned Books 소설 & 이야기

But the tide was endless. “Burn another!” I snarled through wolf-teeth. I had only just learned this from Lynora’s diary. After we found the second fragment, the book had seemed… happy. That was the only way I could describe it. New lines of writing had appeared, knowledge unfurling across its pages as if it wanted to share its secrets with me. It told us the truth: that some of the library’s pages could be burned into charms, each one a fragile ward to shield us from the monsters’ touch.

After collecting them, I found one last room in the building. The books were completely destroyed, pages burnt to the point where the words are unreadable, and the leather-bound titles melted into unrecognisable words. One book, however, I found hidden away in a cubby within a desk. Untouched by the fire that turned the rest to ash, I run my fingertips across the words on the cover. "The Great Demise: The Fall of the Moon Goddess"

The morning after my library romp with Ardyn, I’m thrown headfirst into Cillian Veyne’s life, and let me tell you, it’s a lot. I’m striding through the scholar’s academy, black robes swishing, trying to channel Cillian’s icy glare while my fangirl brain’s screaming, I’m living my BL novel! The grand meeting hall is all polished marble and vaulted ceilings, filled with stuffy scholars debating magical theory. Thanks to my obsessive rereads of Thorns of Desire, I know Cillian’s role: head scholar, genius with runes, and a total hardass who intimidates everyone. My cheat code? I’ve memorized every meeting he’s ever had in the book.

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

Enough to start the first royal guard. “What are you doing here child?!” The librarian’s voice echoed through the enormous room and the scowl on his face was enough to drive anyone out of sight fast, but not me. I grinned at him and showed him the book. It always softened his face before he pretended to reprimand me and chase me back to class. End of flashback

Finally, a door she tried opened to reveal the library. Two-story bookshelves covered the walls, reaching up to the ceiling. Several tall windows allowed moonlight in, and she gasped when she saw that most of the shelves were tragically empty. Only a few books remained. She moved deeper into the library, her heart sinking to the floor. There were barely any books, perhaps only a dozen, in a room that could have held thousands. She spied a tall figure standing before the fire, one hand resting on the mantel as he gazed into the flames. Brock. Joanna debated trying to slip back out of the room, but he must've heard her because he spoke.

The runes flared blindingly, and the Librarian shrieked in pain, momentarily stunned as the raw, ancient knowledge overloaded its system. Evangeline’s eyes widened as she connected the dots: "It's not weak to brute force. It’s weak to knowledge." Xander, seeing the opening, snarled and seized the momentarily incapacitated creature, forcing its empty sockets to look at the massive, rune-covered book. “Look at your history, guardian! Look at what you failed to protect!” The Librarian vibrated violently, tearing itself from Xander’s grip and scrambling away toward the farthest shadows, desperate to escape the painful, inescapable presence of the Archive’s sealed truths.

It made me think of what happened in the movies where there's a secret room for the library. "Hi." I went to the librarian to ask her. She instantly recognized me. "I am looking for some history books about our town. Do you know where I can find them?" "I am afraid you won't be able to find it." She replied. "Why?" I raised my brow. "They were all burned years ago." She explained. "I think it was also the same date where you were found by the sisters in the convent."

"Section 7, subsection Gamma. 'Mortality and its Discontents.' But be warned, it's not pleasant reading." “And—don’t touch anything that moves” “Got it.” I nodded my thanks and turned, leaving the ancient librarian to her dusty domain. As I walked into the shadowed stacks, I felt a grim sense of purpose settle over me. The air in Section 7, subsection Gamma, was thick enough to chew. The books were old and most of the titles were archaic and dull—"The Lamentations of the Second-Born," "A Treatise on Bloodlines and Boredom." I was about to give up when my fingers brushed against something different.