The Librarian Series Novels & Stories

Dim overhead lights cast long shadows between the rows, and the air carried that comforting, dusty scent of old paper and leather bindings. Lila Harper had worked the late shift at the circulation desk for three semesters. At 29, she was the youngest full-time librarian on staff, with sharp hazel eyes, shoulder-length chestnut hair often twisted into a loose bun, and a body that her modest cardigans and knee-length skirts couldn’t quite hide. She knew every quiet corner of the building, including which sections offered the most privacy after 9 p.m.

Her eyes, the clearest green I’d ever seen, gazed at me suspiciously. I scowled right back at her, not bothering to hide my annoyance. Were we going to have this conversation again? “Why?” She shot me an irritated look. “Because I’m a librarian. When this started, you promised me that you wouldn’t take my library away. I need to work and keep busy. Do you have any idea how important the programs I’m trying to run are?”

She suddenly looked up, straight toward the window and instinct pulled me behind the stone column before she could see me. Ridiculous. I was hiding in my own mansion. After several seconds, I heard her chair scrape softly across the floor then nothing and when I looked again she was gone and only the books remained. I waited another minute before entering. The librarian looked up. “Alpha.” “The Lady?” “She returned the books.” “What books?” He pointed toward the cart and I picked up the top volume. ‘Ancient Royal Bloodlines.’ The second. ‘Lost Houses of the Northern Kingdom.’ The third.

I didn’t look up, but I felt him the second he stepped inside, the same controlled weight as Kael’s inner circle, the same disciplined quiet. He spoke to the librarian in a low, polite voice. I caught fragments: young woman, mid-twenties, dark hair, might be using a different name, works service jobs, possibly new in town. The librarian’s answer was mild and deliberately unhelpful. “A lot of young women come through here between shifts or looking for the free Wi-Fi. Can’t say I keep a list of faces.” Marcus didn’t push hard. He walked a slow circuit of the main room, hands visible, posture non-threatening in the way only trained enforcers managed.

Lizz said, furling her eyebrows in thought. “Well yeah, does seem odd…hang on, what did you call your boss?” Rex asked, changing his topic when he heard the words ‘curator’ like he had heard that title somewhere before. “Your idea of exciting and mine are two different things girl” Nessa said with a slight chuckle and an eye roll. Pinching her face to Nessa, she turned to face Rex, “She is the Head Librarian, Curator Ocron, she is in charge of the great library here.”

Misty’s temperament seems harmless to her, but with his genetics, that could be a false sense of security. Acheki walked to the holographic desk and reserved a private study room. He held out his wrist. The robot librarian scanned his wrist, pulling up his library information. In a robotic tone, it repeated what was on the screen. “Jalefel Acheki. Return book date, march eleventh. Book One Day and Night: the carnal diaries. Book Two Chasing Spirits. Book Three Living in the Human World.” He covered his face. It wouldn’t have been a problem if he was alone, but someone else heard his reading list. He glanced at her briefly. Akaisha wasn’t paying attention. The robrarian unlocked a private roo

said Lily and both of them nodded. Meanwhile, Near the West Wing: Hyuna was moving towards the book returning window. “Sir, I want to return this book” said Hyuna showing the book to the librarian. “Which book is it? Academic or fictional?” asked the fat librarian fixing his spectacles. “Fictional” replied Hyuna in a small voice. Hyuna was known to be a studious student. Except for Lily and Hyeon, nobody knows that she reads romance novels. So, she wanted to keep it that way.

She speedily looked away, blushing faintly, and quickly walked towards the entrance door embracing the paper bag she had been holding. “Hello Madame Sella, good morning,” Lianne said, greeting sweetly the lady librarian as she took out the books from the paper bag and placed it on the countertop. Madame Sella was in her forties but still single. A kind woman in her own way, she was like Lianne’s adviser of problems; almost like a mother she never had. “Oh, hello dear. You’ve come to return those books back I see,” the lady librarian answered. “What good timing. There were two students that kept on coming back here every hour checking if there is an available book of this edition already retu

Greeted by the snarky librarian, she sat down. "Make sure you stay quiet in here! Some of us have to get work done." The old librarian had a lisp, making a hissing noise with every 's'. There was nobody else in the library, so she rolled her eyes and began scanning the tomes with her eyes on the nearby shelf. She could feel the beady eyes of the librarian on the back of her neck. "Could you just leave me to research, please? I promise I will take care of your books and not break anything, ok?" Aynyra turned around in anger towards the librarian. But he was gone, no longer posted at the large desk covered in papers at the front doors.

But considering the current scenario… “Your choice of subject sire?” the librarian asked. Ahem! Arthur cleared his throat. “Wolves and mates,” Arthur whispered so softly that the librarian had to lean in. “True mates.” “Identification or rituals or both,” the librarian hissed back. “Both,” Arthur mouthed the word. The librarian nodded and left. As Arthur waited at one of the reading desks, the librarian bustled back with at least half a dozen books. “These,” the librarian spoke as he arranged them in a particular order, “are in the reading order. You should get all required information in book one, but you can more information in others as well.”