The Librarians Cassandra Novels & Stories

I sling my camera against my body, and keep my free hand against the banister. We are barely at the last stair, when I see the library come into sight. There are rows upon rows of pretty books. My eyes are wide immediately. Even the books that I cannot bring myself to afford back in the city. Everything on my to be read list is staring back at me. I turn around to look at Cassian, and his eyes are fixed on me, like he is waiting for me to give some some kind of review on what I am looking for. I don't know what I am doing as I wrap my arms around him, in a hug.

"I suppose we both need to learn that rebuilding isn't a race." By midday, the entrance to the library had finally been cleared. The heavy wooden doors had long since rotted away, leaving only the stone archway standing. Nova, Kieran, Lyra, Kael, Lysandra, Ava, and several Guardians gathered as Cassian stepped inside. Dust floated through the shafts of sunlight pouring in from the broken roof. Rows of shattered shelves stretched into the darkness. Most of the books had turned to dust centuries ago. Even so, the room felt... alive.

“I went to the library.” ​“That’s exactly the problem!” she said. “Everyone’s talking about it. Something happened there.” ​Before I could respond, a slow clap echoed across the courtyard. “Impressive,” a familiar voice drawled. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. ​Cassian. ​He leaned against one of the stone pillars, lightning magic crackling faintly across his fingers. His silver eyes gleamed with mock amusement. “Well done, Shadow Girl,” he said loudly. “Destroying parts of the library on your first month here.”

I stuffed them into my backpack and then turned to my assistant. “Keep digging here and I’ll look in the library,” I said. Becky nodded and then I left the lab and headed toward the library. Once I got there, the librarian greeted me warmly. “Healer Cassandra,” she said as stood up from her desk. “Welcome back.” “Thank you,” I replied. “Would you mind letting me into the restricted room? I need to conduct some more research and pick up where I left off the other day.” She nodded. “Of course.”

It does not concern me, though. Cassandra. Oh, my best of all. She is just as low-key as Lila, still pretending to be a former FBI analyst, when she basically shits gold. I pray everyday that none of her former colleagues get it into their heads to investigate her. They could as well bawl their eyes out.

I’ve always been more of a bigger picture kind of guy. I wait until after dinner to get Kane alone. We go to his room, and he pours us both a glass of blood mixed with whiskey. We have done this plenty of times before, so we don’t rush into talking. We sit on the chairs by the window and are halfway through our drinks when I bring up the woman. “Do you know the new librarian?” I ask. “The one that replaced old Gaius?” Gaius had been the castle librarian before either of us had been born. He had practically been part of the wallpaper with how much of a staple he was in the castle.

CASSANDRA The whisper swells, each day a little more, like a dark tide rising in the heart of the damp walls that never recedes, crawling through the narrow corridors, hissing between the twisted bars, slipping into the breathless whispers of the cafeteria, until it saturates the very air, so that we no longer speak only of the princess who has fallen from her pedestal, but of me, Cassandra, the one who does not bend, the one already called the bite, the one who laughs when the blood spurts and pain becomes spectacle.

The city streets were abnormally silent that evening, the sort of stillness that sent the hackles rising. Alexander, Isabella, and their partner Lucas, a seasoned mole within Cassandra's empire moved purposively quietly through the alleys, steering clear of CCTV and roving guards. "This way," Lucas gasped, taking them to a utilitarian-style building on the perimeter. "Cassandra's personal files are stored here. I used to have access… she doesn't trust anyone any longer, but some of the residual security is still online."

*** Cassandra stood outside Scarlett's ward, she heaved a deep breath before getting into action, she'll have to appear hurt to fool them all and act like she cares about Scarlett. When she was ready, she pushed the door open and then she went in, she was surprised to see Xavier and Sandra there, she had come thinking Xavier will be alone with Scarlett and then she'll at least get the chance to impress him and seduce him too, but damn her bad luck for making a witch like Sandra who's always willing and ready to ruin her plans be there too. "What are you doing here?" Xavier asked, while Sandra glared daggers at her. Cassandra sniffed, then she walked towards them. "I came to see Scarlett of c

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