The Librarians Season One Novels & Stories

Inside, the shelves were lined with ancient tomes and scrolls, and the air was thick with the musty scent of old books. "Excuse me," Hannah said to the librarian. "We're looking for information about a woman named Marcelyn. She may have some connection to recent attacks on our village." The librarian looked up from her desk, studying them with her piercing gaze. "Marcelyn, you say? That name is not known to me. But if there is any information to be found, it will be in the restricted section." "The restricted section?" Rajan repeated, his eyebrows raised. "What's in there?"

Her eyes, the clearest green I’d ever seen, gazed at me suspiciously. I scowled right back at her, not bothering to hide my annoyance. Were we going to have this conversation again? “Why?” She shot me an irritated look. “Because I’m a librarian. When this started, you promised me that you wouldn’t take my library away. I need to work and keep busy. Do you have any idea how important the programs I’m trying to run are?”

After saying that, he left. At this time, the head librarian appeared and said, "Hi, Chica. A new batch of books will arrive tomorrow. You can sort these books out now and make a list for tomorrow." The head librarian was a middle-aged woman. She had been working at this college for many years now. Although she looked strict, Ayla thought that she was a good person. "Yes, Ms. Xu. I'll get them once I'm done here." She smiled and put the books back to the shelf one by one. For the rest of the afternoon, she worked at the library because she didn't have any classes.

Boston was scrolling through his phone, not paying attention to me, but heard my mumbled question, “Hmm? Oh! We used to have a librarian that helped keep up with this place, but when she passed, the Alpha didn’t replace her. That was her desk.” “Oh! Can I ask why the Alpha didn’t replace the librarian when you clearly use this space during the school year for all the pups?” “Not sure…I don’t think we have anyone else in the pack that is very experienced in maintaining a library of this caliber to be honest. I could ask the Alpha if you would like?” Boston seemed genuine in offering to help me get an answer to my curiosity. “Oh, nah, that isn’t necessary. I was just curious is all. Thank you

We both jumped, startled, to see a stern-looking librarian peering at us over a towering stack of books. “Ahem,” she cleared her throat pointedly. “No… public displays of affection are permitted in the Royal Library.” My cheeks flushed scarlet as Adrian threw me a sheepish grin. “Sorry, ma’am,” he mumbled. The librarian, however, didn’t seem entirely displeased. A hint of a smile played on her lips. “Just… keep it professional in here, alright?” she said, her voice softening slightly. With a final warning glance, she retreated back into the labyrinthine stacks of books. We both burst into laughter, the tension melting away completely.

I breathe in the rustic smell of the shelves and books as I smile with delight. A librarian approached us with her snake body yet human face- she kind of reminded me of Medusa so I instinctively lookeed away. She found it odd and said, "Whya are you looking away dear?" "Oh, sorry... I thought- Skye cuts me off and said, "She's new here at the academy and she's extremely shy." "Ah, is that so?" The librarian hisses as she fixes her glasses. She continued, "Well, what are you looking for?"

They both were busy within themselves and didn't know about each other's presence or the existence of the tabloids, guests and everyone watching over them. Both of them took their right step first and then their left step. Ivana and Justin were coming down the staircase, matching their footsteps! Mrs. Merchant was also watching over them from the end and the first thing she noticed was their matching footsteps. The tabloids were clicking all the pictures and videos. The online broadcasting was still going on. "Oh my Lord! Am I dreaming? Justin Merchant is looking so freaking sexy! With his one hand inside his pocket and the other using his phone." One of the comment said.

Dim overhead lights cast long shadows between the rows, and the air carried that comforting, dusty scent of old paper and leather bindings. Lila Harper had worked the late shift at the circulation desk for three semesters. At 29, she was the youngest full-time librarian on staff, with sharp hazel eyes, shoulder-length chestnut hair often twisted into a loose bun, and a body that her modest cardigans and knee-length skirts couldn’t quite hide. She knew every quiet corner of the building, including which sections offered the most privacy after 9 p.m.

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.”

Asked the woman near him. “I’m replacing the late Mr. Herald.” By the look on their face, it seemed Mr. Herald’s name was unpopular among these women, hence Lucas elaborated. “I work in the library as the new librarian.” In the library, Mrs. Letty taught Lucas about how the ins and outs of a book, she also introduced Lucas to all the library staff. Which only consist of the head of library, two librarians (included himself), and one cleaner whose job also as manual worker.