The Librarians Novels Novels & Stories

His female friend slid the reference board to the left, revealing the outline of an embedded door. "Yeah. Just walk along the tunnel. You'll come to a series of rock stairs. Head down, and you'll get what you want. We don't have enough space for all the books delivered to us. Up till now, you're perhaps the only one who requested this genre," she explained. Miracle nodded and entered the librarian zone. As she opened the embedded door and glanced behind her, she was stunned for a moment to find that the librarians weren't leading the way. She was going to do it alone.

"Where is the book?" Daniel and winter had mentioned seeing her with a book on the day they sighted her but the librarian didn't let her take the book, they were not certain. According to Winter, when they came back for the book, the librarian had told them that the book was just for reading and it was professional than she took it to her drawer. "I don't know what you are talking About." I shrugged. "Don't play dumb with me frog, you wolves don't know what you are getting yourselves involved in." she let out a laugh and an evil one by the way.

“They’ve scrubbed the house clean of anything that smells like the past.” Lira leaned against the bedpost, a devious glint in her eyes. “Well... the main library has the 'official' history books, which are probably ninety percent propaganda,” she said, shrugging one shoulder. “But if the books are useless, we go to the source. The living libraries.” I arched an eyebrow, my interest piqued. “The living libraries?”

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.”

It was a smell—the smell of jasmine and old paper. A figure stepped out from the shadows of the library. It wasn't a soldier. It was the Librarian from her visions. But this time, he looked solid. He looked real. “You are early, Faith Nightshade,” the Librarian said. The school is burning, Faith said. “I don't have time for riddles.”

Since it was still day time, I knew I couldn't go to the gardens, I didn't have my usual jobs any longer as I would be serving the queen herself and so I made my way to the one place I knew there wouldn't be anybody, not even Merilyn, the library. This time around, I needed some time alone to collect my thoughts and get myself back together. I wasn't going to be reading any books, or at least that's what I thought. When I got there, as expected, there was only the Librarian. The Lycans never really cared about the books, I wondered why they needed a library in the palace. The Librarian was an old woman, she was a werewolf as well. She was so lucky, at least she didn't have to deal with the L

I would slip inside, hide in one of the far aisles, and cry until I had no tears left. I smiled faintly at the memory as I greeted the librarian, who recognized me immediately and gave me a warm nod. The section on Moonwhisperers wasn’t hard to find; it occupied an entire wall of carefully preserved volumes with a small sign at the top of the shelf that read “Fragile.” I selected several books that looked promising and settled into one of the oversized leather armchairs tucked into a quiet corner near the back.

When we're on the near of national bookstore, I turn to the both of them. "Wait, before we go home. I just have something to buy here." They both looked at each other before we enter the bookstore. I let them looked for some bag, while I was on the part of the shelves where the books are in. I see first the bunch of those novels about vampires, novels with several erotics content, and then when I slightly kneeled down I was happy to see the lines of books about werewolves. When we're at the cashier, Leticia and Lara's brows lift up when they looked at me.

She looked up as we crashed onto the marble floor, her eyes—one gold, one silver—studying us with interest. "Well," she said, her voice like music and thunder combined. "This is unexpected. Escaped prisoners, a dying human, a guilt-ridden fledgling vampire, and—" Her mismatched eyes fixed on me. "—the little witch who opened the door. How fascinating." She set down her quill and stood, moving with a grace that made it clear she was something far more than human. "Welcome," she said, spreading her arms, "to the Library of Lost Deeds. I am the Librarian. And you, my unexpected guests, have a choice to make."

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…”