The Librarian Spy Novels & Stories

It’s locked, and that is where the forbidden books are. ‘Where is the key?’ Pipsqueak points at the librarian at her desk, scanning the box of returned books. I can see a ring of keys dangling by her side. ‘How are we meant to get the keys when she is wearing them?’ ‘Y-you distract her. I’ll sneak up behind her and take them.’ I nod my head and approach the librarian. ‘Why hello, miss,’ I say, gazing into the librarian’s eyes. ‘Yes, how can I help you?’

It’s locked, and that is where the forbidden books are. ‘Where is the key?’ Pipsqueak points at the librarian at her desk, scanning the box of returned books. I can see a ring of keys dangling by her side. ‘How are we meant to get the keys when she is wearing them?’ ‘Y-you distract her. I’ll sneak up behind her and take them.’ I nod my head and approach the librarian. ‘Why hello, miss,’ I say, gazing into the librarian’s eyes. ‘Yes, how can I help you?’

Despite having people around me as the Night Walker and as Titus Crowley, I felt that I didn’t belong anywhere with how easily I was replaced just like the new occupant in my old room. Strolling along the corridor didn’t make me feel any better but I found myself staring at the library entrance after a while. It was a subconscious thing but my fondest memories were spent here. As it was late, there wasn’t anyone in it. Walking over to the physical archives, I smiled at the spot I always sat in to read. Mrs Peterman was the only other person who loved the library as much as I did and knew where to find me when the investigators lost me.

Looking at it with his newfound knowledge, Lars couldn't believe the mountain of white buildings before him turned out to secretly housing a mystical pyramid structure underneath all that civilization. The hidden pyramid was called the Librarium of Records, and as the name suggested, was said to hold every records of every single thing that exists or happening in the world. The known and the unknown. It was traditionally guarded by the Scion of Castor - Pollux as its sole librarian. There was a tinge of melancholy that Lars felt seeing the white city before him, thinking of how Sophia used to be and supposed to be there. Wilhelmina held up her talisman. "Mistress, we're outside."

The cavern was a chaos of blue light and ozone. The "Librarian" scrambled back, clutching his charred hand, his face twisting from a mask of aristocratic calm into one of frantic desperation. He had spent decades playing God with the lives of children, but he had never accounted for the one variable he couldn't control: a woman who had been underestimated for far too long. "Kill them!" the Librarian shrieked, but his voice was drowned out by the thunder of Sarah’s Vanguard team.

The quiet librarian? The proxy bride? The girl who bleached her soul to save a library?

Anna nods her head and said " Nothing ' She then faces away, and withdrew from the conversation.. I retired to bed and then grabbed a few a few books to read as I await falling asleep.. The following morning, I took the books back to the library and accidentally overheard a secret conversation between the library lady and someone else.. "Hey, What happens now?". I heard the library lady ask that question.. " I don't know, we should wait for instructions". The other person replied to the question of the library lady.. " Hmm! You crazy". The liberty lady yelled all of a sudden.. It was unexpected that I could hear her yelling, what was happening and why was she yelling?.. The conversation seiz

Cian set out to complete his assignment while the others were busy deliberating on how to best bring down Fillip and Vulcan without going to outright war. "Alpha Lucas, these are the men you asked for." Cian came in while three men trailed behind him. Lucas looked at the three men thoroughly and saw the spy that had just returned from the dawn house. He nodded and asked Cian if he had briefed them on their assignment at the enemy camp. "Yes, I have," he replied. "Good," Lucas said. He was about to dismiss the men when he quickly remembered a very important detail he wanted the spies to handle. "I need you also to steal the book of Moonlight infantry and find out how their soldiers are paid,"

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.”

That piece of information was crucial because it linked the artist to the Sorceress but Evander had said otherwise. So now the big question is, who is right and who is wrong? The air is thick with a sense of urgency as I return to the library. The librarian looks up from a book and his eyes sparkle in the dull yellow light of the lamp hanging above his desk. He does not rise though, I do not expect him to. He is an old man and getting up is hard on his knees. He flashes me a warm smile and his eyes crinkle with laughter. "Back so soon?"