The Librarian Quest For Spear Novels & Stories

"The Archivist's a parasite. The Librarians too. They feed on stories, but the Silence... it feeds on *them*." A roar shakes the labyrinth. The bookshelves collapse, revealing a creature-a Librarian grown bloated, its stitches bursting, ink-blood flooding the floor. The Hunter grins. "Time to rewrite the rules." --- **The Kill** The creature lunges, pages spewing from its mouth like bile. I fire. The storm-bullet tears through it, scattering text that combusts midair. The Hunter leaps, his blade severing its ink heart. It collapses, dissolving into a puddle of black sludge. The remaining Librarians scatter, hissing.

“No. It depends on the wolf. Some are angry, some are destructive, some are sad, some are overly happy, some are intensely horny, some are unbothered.” “And you fall into?” “The horny bit.” “Ah… now I see why you desire to leave tonight.” I said, and we laughed it off. *** Liora left, and I decided to get the biographies of other human queens at the library, using the back route. “It's nighttime, and the library would be vacant.” I had told myself. I covered my hair and held the sword close to me, including the three books. And now, a golden red eyed creature was standing before me, covering my mouth… in the library.

The rogues kept on coming and soon the weight load was too much for Lucas to hold with only a sword as they swore to his direction from each angle. I ran into my closet and brought out my long spear, it was a gift I got from one of my aunts and it was precisely sharp. That was going to be helpful to Lucas. I ran back to the Veranda and yelled at him. “Lucas, catch,” I yelled out and threw it directly at him and he turned and picked It up. There was an expression on his face after I threw him the spear, I couldn’t quite picture if it was a smile or a frown.

Robyn must be planning to cheer him up for the remainder of the day, and the idea makes me smile. Then slowly walk between the high shelves, hundreds of leather tomes surrounding me. Trying and failing to complete the mental gymnastics involved in the sheer number of records here. It is a tomb of miserable deaths and cruel victories. What will I achieve by dedicating my life to studying all this? The door to the library smashes open. Panic hits me as I stay hidden. Has an Elder got out? Who has turned traitor? “Corbin said there is no carriage for Marcus? You don’t expect a blind man to hang onto the back of a horse do you!”

THE sun was just beginning to rise on the east when Prince Archer, disguised as Theobald the son of a smith, and Aurora began their journey to find the fruit of bastion. They each have a burlap sack containing provisions. Both are carrying a sword, and Archer also has his bow and arrows with him. He was about to mount his horse when Aurora stopped him. “The trail is too narrow for a horse,” she explained. “We would have to walk to get to the Heart.”

It led to another alleyway, which seemed void of any activity. "I don't know what your deal is girl, but you ain't getting no money, and be warned, if you try stealing from me, I'll shoot you dead, I gotta pistol, and I'm retired soldier, fought in the cold war of iraq, I served my country…" he smiled, shaking his head, and continued, with his squashy voice. "But when I got back, everyone thought I was crazy, I took to—"

Jarrett shrugged. “I’m sorry, Wyatt, but she’s new. She’s a werewolf hunter by trade. And now Lia’s gone. What am I supposed to think?” “I am your king,” I growled. “And you shall address me with respect,” I said, angry. I couldn’t believe he was questioning me. I lunged at him, but Earl stepped between us. “Her phone,” he said. “It’s here in the warehouse.”

The other side was identical, only the stone was dark as night itself. When paired together, it looked as though the creatures were readying to battle one another. Beside the doors stood those twin Gods that had offered me a choice. Even etched in stone, I recognized the sly tilt to their lips, and could practically hear their lilting voices unfurling in my head. “There’s a plaque over here.” Draco grunted, capturing our attention. He wiped part of the wall with his hand, smoothing away a thick layer of dust. His brows furrowed as he read, “Beware the Librarians who gave sight for sound. Tread quiet and swift, or you’ll never be found.”

In the eerie silence of the library, she moved with the grace of a ghost, her footsteps barely audible against the polished floor. Ariel's nimble fingers brushed along the dusty spines of ancient tomes, each one a potential clue in her desperate quest. Time seemed to warp, stretching her patience to its limits. Yet, she persevered, guided by the promise of the elusive document they sought. Then, like a beacon in the void, her eyes finally alighted on the prize. It was nestled amongst a sea of forgotten knowledge, hidden in plain sight. Relief washed over her as she skimmed the contents, confirming that this was indeed the artifact they had been searching for.

I said, trying to focus on the puzzle pieces in front of me, avoiding his intense gaze. "You mean to tell me you hired her as your secretary, and you’ll be working closely with her?" His tone was incredulous, disbelief etched across his face. "Absolutely," I replied, not backing down. "So do you trust her?" he asked, skepticism dripping from his words. "Never," I said, finally completing the second side of the puzzle, feeling a sense of satisfaction amidst the chaos of my thoughts. "Then what is this game you’re playing, Theo? You want her around you, yet you don’t trust her," he challenged, leaning forward, clearly trying to understand my motives.