The Librarians Seasons Novels & Stories

Eric said and laughed while I rolled my eyes and walked towards the library. “Why the hell are we going into the library?” Eric asked me. “What time is it?” I asked him. “Ah 3 and…” He glanced at his watch and added. “So it’s time for the library to get close, right? What about the librarian?” I asked him. “Ellen. She has just got the job here. That hotness would be leaving the library anytime now… She is so… Hot and seductive, I tell you” Eric said and chuckled.

I wandered aimlessly to the library, hoping I could get hold of something nice to pass the time. Autumn had arrived and the nights were drawing in quicker. The library was deserted as every omega servant would be pressed into service tonight. In keeping with the seasons, the lights were low and dim, replicating the candles of the past and my shadows cast everywhere as I searched the deep mahogany shelves for something to divert my attention.

Should I head home, or find somewhere else to hide away for a while? I decided to head to the library late to work on the corrections for my proposal. Lost in concentration, I didn’t realize how quickly time was passing until the librarian approached me gently. "Sweetheart, it's already 10. We're closing the library now," she said with a sympathetic smile. "If you plan to study all night, you'll have to come back on Friday. We're open 24/7 until exam season ends," she added kindly. "But tonight, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave."

Olivia and Joseph on the other hand had snuck to the library after their lunch break, and not because they had any exams as Zenith claimed. In fact, Olivia didn't have an exam or test in the next four weeks. As they walked up to the librarian with their cards, they kept a serious face. "We would like to read books about pregnancy and hormones, please," Olivia stepped forward and spoke and Joseph fidgeted behind her. The librarian was too stunned by the books they were asking for to ask why they weren't in class. "Why? What is that for? She asked as she looked in between the two suspecting various things that they could be up to.

The sound of water gently lapping against the shelves provided a soothing ambiance, creating a serene atmosphere that encouraged deep contemplation and study. As they ventured deeper into the library, Tritan, Finrir, Nerissa, Madissa, Bryan, and Joe found themselves surrounded by rows upon rows of books. The sheer volume of knowledge contained within those pages was awe-inspiring. Each book seemed to hold the answers to countless mysteries, waiting to be discovered by those who sought enlightenment.

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

White bricks and glass windows and oaken doors—Librad had its own uniqueness among the other structures in Shavath. A warmer air, carrying the smoky and earthy scent of old books, greeted Larice as she entered through the double doors. Librad revealed no life inside. Only dust she spotted floating in the rays of the morning sunlight through the windows. Other than that, ancient-looking leather bounds there were—stored in a series of red oak shelves that almost touched the high ceiling.

Some glowed as Lina’s had, while others pulsated with darkness, or shot off sparks that danced silently in the air. The Librarian’s were everywhere, on every level of the library. I wanted to ask Orion what he thought their official jobs were, because they didn’t seem to be doing much other than prowling the stacks with their creepy, elongated limbs and their ominous click, click, clicking. If it were up to me I’d fire them all. Literally, I’d set them all on fire. As we reached what had to be level fifty or sixty down, I noticed many of the stacks and shelves were charred. Everything seemed to be covered in a thick layer of soot. The scent changed from that of musk and dust to the remnants

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.

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."