The Librarian Series Novels & Stories

The librarian asked him to sit down for a talk. “Man, I run this library and I know which books are here. I know that you read those books so don’t try to decieve me. I’m gonna tell you this just once. You’re not fiction, stop reading those fictions and stop trying to act like them.” “Stop it. I just enjoy reading them.” “You are a werewolf. I know it.” “Werewolves are not real.” Anthony countered. “You are not fiction. It is not a figment of your imagination. You’re a werewolf,” Yugo, the librarian told him. “and that’s okay, because…”

2021, February 20th (Imperium, Warlanda) Aaron’s pace rapidly increased as he balanced the files in his arms while simultaneously trying his damndest to avoid any more interactions with Flynn or Cameron. He eased the door to the archive room open and entered, hoping for some peace and quiet. Just as he was letting out a sigh of relief as he made his way through the empty aisles to seek out a desk in a dark corner that he could hopefully hide out in, he bumped into them and almost jumped out of his skin.

She plucked one book after another, reading the titles aloud with the excitement of a child at an ice - cream shop. "Oh, 'The Chronicles of Aetheria'... ‘seducing Mr Grey’ .... ‘How to drive your Lycan crazy’.... ‘Tales of the Lost Kingdom'... 'Legends and Lore of the Lycan Forest'... "Rise and fall of Lycan-werewolf treaties. “. Sera's voice echoed softly in the quiet library. She carefully selected a few promising books, cradled them in her arms, and found a cozy corner with a plush chair to sit herself comfortably.

- I'll be training new recruits in the basements. - said Baruz, leaving the archive. The door slammed shut. The librarian, after standing for a while, took an armful of books and sat down at the computer. Without looking at the monitor, he quickly tapped on the keys. The noise of the cooler, the flickering of the monitor, such simple things, so quickly fit into the usual life. Modern technology, surrounded by old books. The present interacts with the past, seeking to avoid mistakes.

I also sought answers since I was becoming more concerned about Veyron and Darius's involvement in my demise. The gold-embossed titles of leather-bound books faded with time as my fingertips traced along their spines. Selena's silent but urgent call for prudence blended with Lucas's cryptic warnings about treachery in my head. So far, none of it made sense. I was determined to put it all together, however. --- Tucked down in the library's furthest corner was the section I was looking for. It was identified as the Lunaris Chronicles by faded labeling. These shelves were loaded with tales of the Moon Goddess, long-forgotten festivals, and ancient rituals.

I turned to go there when a voice stopped me. "Sir. Would you like us to sweep the area or follow discreetly?" I turned. The guy asking looked like he could crush brick with his jaw alone. "Just... don’t hover. Make it less weird." He nodded and motioned to the others. They fell back but kept formation. Silent shadows. Trying to look less confused than I was, I walked over to the main desk. A librarian stood there—early thirties maybe, sharp glasses, smart eyes. Her name tag said Cassandra.

“Something that belongs here. Something that hasn't moved in ten thousand years.” The movement solidified. From between two towering rows of archives, a figure emerged. It was skeletal and hunched, its ancient robes stiffened and saturated with the glowing silver dust. Its movements were dry and rapid, a soundless skittering that raised the hairs on Evangeline’s neck. Where its eyes should have been, there were only empty, bone-white sockets, yet they fixed instantly on the intruders. “A Wyrd Librarian,” Selene hissed, drawing a long, slender silver dagger. “They were scholars sworn to protect the archive. They look… petrified.”

“Now that we're talking about it, maybe that's what I'm in the mood for. A good mystery.” Ryan groaned but he led the way to that section and we spent the next twenty minutes arguing over book titles and summaries. “Can you boys keep it down.” The librarian, Mrs Doherty, said, her voice a stern whisper. “Aww, c’mon ma'am. There's practically no one here. We aren't disturbing anybody.” Ryan replied, not bothering to reduce the volume of his voice. “Doesn't matter. Rules are rules.” Her thin brows were set into an angry arch and she turned them towards me, “I would expect you to know that, Mr Young.”

Tonight, she needed answers that lived beyond reason. At the base of the final stair, she found the heavy door. She pushed it open slowly, the hinges creaking like a groan from the earth itself. Inside, the librarian was waiting. He was impossibly old — his hair long and white as bone, his eyes dim but alert. His name was Eldritch, the keeper of the archives, said to have served three Alphas before Kilian. He didn’t seem surprised to see her. “I wondered when you’d come,” he rasped, his voice echoing softly off the stone. “They always come when the world begins to burn.”

Sitting behind it was an elderly man with thin glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose. "Good day, sir," Zayla said, leaning against the counter with a warm smile. "I'm looking to lose myself in a few volumes today." The old man lowered his gaze, his eyes shifting from her to the imposing, mysterious figure cloaked in absolute darkness standing right behind her. A heavy silence filled the space between them. "I have never seen your face in this community before," the librarian said, his voice laced with instant suspicion. "Well, that's because I'm relatively new to your beautiful streets..."she trailed off, trying to keep her tone light.