The Librarian Spy Novels & Stories

Hestia said and continued with scanning the documents and trying to pinpoint the location at which the pictures of Freya were taken. After that, they packed up and went back to their dorm rooms. They have done enough of what they can do and would send those files into the organisation for them to see what they can do on their part. It is also agreeable that the files can also be used for the mission of the other spies— whether they be a senior, junior or just a rookie like them. After that, Hestia proceeded in doing her other homeworks and also took her time to read in advance of the lesson for her class. She went to the library which was surprisingly silent. Of course, libraries are suppose

“The next time this happens, I want a report with his head on a golden platter.” “I'll pass the message along,” Kael assured me. Then he continued. “Then she went into the library and broke into the restricted archive section–” She broke into the restricted archive section? I think I have an idea where this was leading to. “–and one of our spies had to distract the Librarian on duty till she was done with her search.” “What was she searching for?” “The spies are not certain, but they know she found a book containing a record of Pure Moon's history.”

The room froze. Immediately. Seraphine's eyes narrowed. "You remember that?" Noah nodded. "Maya never explained it." Another pause. "She just said every system has someone who protects the truth buried underneath it." The apartment fell silent. Because somehow— that sounded exactly like the kind of thing an analyst would discover while digging too deep. Daniel frowned. "So we're looking for a creepy secret librarian now?" Nobody answered. Mostly because that description wasn't entirely wrong. Lyra turned back toward the laptop.

Anton's brow furrowed. “Worse,” Leon spoke for the first time, and his voice was no more than a low gravel. “A free agent. It’s not about nations and ideologies. It’s about learning methods and making connections and then selling them to the highest bidder. It’s not a spy. It’s a secret curator and a silent violence conductor. The intelligence sector nicknames him ‘the Librarian.’ That’s because he knows all about the bodies because he’s put some there himself.” “You’ve crossed paths.”

If it weren’t for Orion’s hand clasped gently over my mouth, I would have screamed. Standing before me was a being not of this world, it’s limbs stretched to the point of breaking, hidden beneath a stained, molded cloak the color of papyrus. It’s face was misshapen and wrinkled, and where it’s eyes should’ve been were two gaping sockets of swirling, churning darkness. It was a Librarian, and it knew we were here.

Orlando stretched out his hands for her to shake and she reluctantly accepted it, when she did the feeling of closeness became stronger. ‘wait a second… I remember those glasses- I-I remember that face… that voice... it sounds so familiar’ After a few seconds, her blood ran cold upon realizing it. ‘Oh my gosh! It’s the guy who tried to kill me!’ AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello dear fam! Just a short notice that there will be gradual changes to my work, but do not forget to add it to your library right now so you don't miss the new updates. Billionaire spy is undergoing final edits. Peace out! © 2021 Salem Goodness

The title read something along the lines of fashion and showing it to me he whispered, “Kate asked me to return this book she had issued. If not for that you wouldn’t have found me within five miles of this building.” Giving it to the librarian he waited for her to collect it and was about to leave when I quickly stopped him and mind-linked him as I said, ‘Don’t tell anyone that I am here, okay? You didn’t even see me today.’ He gave me a weird look but not questioning it he answered, ‘Same goes for you; you didn’t see me here today. If news got out that I was spotted at the library then my hard-built reputation will be damaged.’ ‘Reputation of what? Being an idiot?’ I snorted making the lib

The library was huge, stretching two stories, filled with rare leather-bound volumes and banned books that I was amazed to see were in existence. I started at the bottom shelf, my fingers running over the spines. Observing everything. I was looking for anything related to fire, old records, or criminal history. Anything to connect the phoenix pendant to the men who killed my parents. An hour into the work, the library door opened, and Lucian walked in. He looked even more severe than yesterday, his face pale and drawn. He was holding a stack of files and moved with a careful, almost stiff slowness. "Elara." He didn't ask what I was doing; he clearly knew. "You're still here."

Jack "Pearl!" One of the other women admonishes the old lady, but she just laughs in response. My mouth drops in shock as my eyes swivel between Everett and the old lady trying to figure out what the hell she's talking about. "What does that mean?" Everett asks and a round of giggles goes around the room. "Smut is... A descriptive romance. With spicy scenes." One of the women says. "Literary p**n." Another one adds. "Cliterature, if you will." Someone else supplies with a chuckle. The word triggers something I've always wondered about.

Eamon took a deep breath and looked around, "Have you heard of something related to two different types of people being mates like maybe a werewolf is mated to our kind or another kind, things like that? Is there a book like that here?" "Let me check my Lord", the librarian said as she went around and inspected the notebooks with her round glasses that were always on her neck, "Shelf 112 my Lord, maybe there will be something there for you". "Thank you and I don't want a word about this anywhere. I'm I understood?", Eamon gave her a very serious face for her to know that if word gets out without it getting out from him, that it would be a very serious problem. "Yes my Lord", the librarian bo