The Librarians Series 2 Novels & Stories

The cavern was a chaos of blue light and ozone. The "Librarian" scrambled back, clutching his charred hand, his face twisting from a mask of aristocratic calm into one of frantic desperation. He had spent decades playing God with the lives of children, but he had never accounted for the one variable he couldn't control: a woman who had been underestimated for far too long. "Kill them!" the Librarian shrieked, but his voice was drowned out by the thunder of Sarah’s Vanguard team.

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.

Well, what are you looking for? "Ah erm books about the creatures in this world?" I voiced out when suddenly my eyes glanced upon a particular book with a moving branches cover. It fascinated me so much that I almost touched it when the librarian grabs my hand. She hisses, "Those books are off limits." The librarian then narrows her gaze at me doubting my curiousity. She slithers away and extends her body to reach out for books and gave them to me saying, "Here's all the books containing all that you have to know. The primary creatures of our world."

It was almost mid-day. The bell would be heard soon. Mrs. Letty walked in hurry with a rolled parchment in her hand. Since the truce had been settled, many scholars granted an access to the forbidden section by the Elder. As a librarian, it was her duty to assist them. It should be a busy time for both Lucas and her. But it turned out just her busy time. She didn’t see Lucas since he went out to pick up the books and parchments from the only school in town.

Eamon took a deep breath and looked around, "Have you heard of something related to two different types of people being mates like maybe a werewolf is mated to our kind or another kind, things like that? Is there a book like that here?" "Let me check my Lord", the librarian said as she went around and inspected the notebooks with her round glasses that were always on her neck, "Shelf 112 my Lord, maybe there will be something there for you". "Thank you and I don't want a word about this anywhere. I'm I understood?", Eamon gave her a very serious face for her to know that if word gets out without it getting out from him, that it would be a very serious problem. "Yes my Lord", the librarian bo

she began pushing her glasses back up her nose, “actually I didn’t even see him leave. I’m normally not that good with faces my dear but I could never forget that one, I know because he was –“ "Quite the catch, I know," I finished for her, looking around the library. On what coincidence could we be looking for the same book? Plus legion and Library? The only thing relative about those two was the letter L. He was clearly not the nerdy type. She nodded smartly before turning around, “if you excuse me,” I stepped aside as the librarian moved past me, calling a thank you after her, and then running a hand through my hair. How on earth was I going to find that book? I groaned moving down the ais

2021, February 20th (Imperium, Warlanda) Aaron’s pace rapidly increased as he balanced the files in his arms while simultaneously trying his damndest to avoid any more interactions with Flynn or Cameron. He eased the door to the archive room open and entered, hoping for some peace and quiet. Just as he was letting out a sigh of relief as he made his way through the empty aisles to seek out a desk in a dark corner that he could hopefully hide out in, he bumped into them and almost jumped out of his skin.

The house creaked and groaned as they went, as if protesting its new visitors. The second floor of the house had even lower ceilings, barely high enough for Caleb to stand in. It was now almost dark, and there was just enough light to see by. They stood in a beautiful and cozy room, with wide plank wooden floorboards, six over six windowpanes, and tastefully decorated with period furniture. At its center was a brick fireplace with black stain around its edges, clearly worn from years of use. Greeting them at the top of the staircase was yet another exhibit, this one devoted to Elizabeth Paine.

Meaning it could be either of the two and they were most-likely allies as they never showed up again. Getting up, I headed to the front desk. Luckily, it had been long enough that the real librarian was sitting at the front desk. “Miss Cross, I hope the selection of books you ask for were what you needed.” “They were perfect. I have one more request.” She nodded, waiting. “Is there a book on the current Alphas and their alliances?”

Jackie, Jodi, and Jacobs laid out a plan to get Marty out of our lives for good. It sounded good to us and we were more than happy to help in any way we could. However, Lester brought up a good point that had all of us concerned. Who would take Marty's place as sheriff? Jacobs suggested Matt Kirby. We weren't sure about him. Matt seems like a straight arrow. Jacobs convinced us to let him talk to Matt to see where his head was at. Nick turned the page. It was blank. “Shit!” It was the last entry in the diary. He scrambled on the floor. He combed through the other contents that fell out of the box. “There were two other diaries. Maybe she wrote the rest down in those.”