The Librarians Season One Novels & Stories

Sebastian adjusted his backpack, his eyes darting toward the approaching footsteps. A librarian turned the corner, her eyes scanning the shelves. She paused, sensing the tension. "Everything okay here?" she asked, her tone neutral. Sebastian nodded, feigning nonchalance. "Just studying for exams. Lost track of time." The librarian's gaze lingered, suspicious. Adeline's face remained composed. "Be mindful of library hours," the librarian reminded before continuing down the aisle. As the footsteps faded, Sebastian and Adeline shared a tense glance. "Close call," Adeline whispered.

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

Maybe the librarian knew about Mr Hansson’s means of spying. "Run along, now. You’ll still make it in time," the librarian said as she walked to her desk in the middle of the atrium. Was she one of Mr Patrick's 'people'? Like Penelope? She could sense this woman was much stronger than the dean’s receptionist. Would she help them fight?

I turned to go there when a voice stopped me. "Sir. Would you like us to sweep the area or follow discreetly?" I turned. The guy asking looked like he could crush brick with his jaw alone. "Just... don’t hover. Make it less weird." He nodded and motioned to the others. They fell back but kept formation. Silent shadows. Trying to look less confused than I was, I walked over to the main desk. A librarian stood there—early thirties maybe, sharp glasses, smart eyes. Her name tag said Cassandra.

Just how many people are curious enough about vampires that they read about it, watch shows about it, and could determine that I belong to that kind just by one look at me? There was a tap on my shoulder. “Miss, I will be closing the library soon. Better collect your things and go home”. Oh, it was the librarian. I gave her a nod and started putting the books that I borrowed back on the shelves, hiding the one about vampires in my chest in the process. *

Tears began to gather in the corners of Jane’s eyes, and her gaze shifted to Tori standing in the corner, her arms folded across her chest and a smirk on her face. "I want to leave, Alex. Move-" "Who is in here?" someone asked from the front. Mrs. Libby, the school's librarian, walked around the corner of the nearest bookshelf and stopped. "What's going on here?" she asked. "Students aren't allowed in the library during lunch. Out. All of you." She didn't have to tell Jane twice. She raced out of the library, leaving Alex and Tori in the dust. *** Jane shook her head, coming back to the present, swallowing the memory like acid. She hated reliving anything that happened with Alex. But that me

the librarian said, looking at the books on the shelf. “Don’t scream, don’t struggle,” Paris compelled the librarian before sinking his teeth into her neck. Paris drank until the librarian’s body gave in and he laid the librarian down gently. “I need more,” Paris said, sealing his bite marks on the librarian’s neck. “Really?” Soraya questioned. “Yes,” Paris said, smiling, as she did not change one bit. Soraya turned to go get another human. “Excuse me, the librarian collapsed in the history section. Can you come to help me?” Soraya asked the first person she saw.

Alice left when she was done. Maria held the book she had gotten from the library and walked out of the room. Her steps were hurried as she moved to the library. Freye was the only one who could give her the truth. As she entered the library, there was an unfamiliar man seated behind the desk. Librarian perhaps. He raised his head from his book as he sighted her. “What brings you here dear?” She stretched out the book on mating rituals and mate bonds. “I came to return this and borrow another.”

Too much encounter between them and she might start seeing her in a different light and that was something that Zezi really wanted to avoid. An enemy was an enemy and no matter the camouflage personality they put forward, one shouldn't be tricked to see them differently. Zezi wasn't about to lose a battle before it even started. The fact that the Librarian's seat was empty wasn't an issue but, the possibility that the whole library was just as empty, was starting to bother her. She took in a deep breath, listening in with her werewolf hearing. Then she let out an exhale. Yes, she was the only one here.

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.