The Librarians Series 2 Novels & Stories

That would have been the only reason to seek Matthew Winston out. From down the hallway came a loud thud, jerking him out of his thoughts. Isabelle jumped and turned her attention toward him. He pulled away from the doorframe, not realizing he leaned against it as he watched her. She closed her book and stood, smoothing her hand down her dress. He stepped into the room. “Good afternoon, Miss Stanhope. I trust you and your companion are faring well thus far.” “Oh yes, my lord. Mrs. Winters is napping in her room. I wasn’t that tired, so decided to read instead. I hope you don’t mind.”

- she added, winking at him, so soon they both left Samael's office and headed for the bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind them, Lilith clung to him like a ravenous vampire. Their kisses were hot and greedy, on the way to bed they knocked over a few chairs and rubbed against the wall few times, they were so preoccupied with each other. The hands of each of them ran over the body of the other, rediscovering themselves.

I said, and she nodded. “Sometimes the biggest weapons, the strongest and deadliest are hidden in a library, Diablo.” She said, opening the door. The two of us walked inside and she nodded at the librarian. The woman did not even bother getting up. It was as if she was aware of our presence. She was aware of what we were here for. Maybe she was.

The book on my lap was about how to organize a party. “NO!” I laughed as he was already laughing hard enough his body fell back against the couch. “Ready for serious?” I asked. Slapping his arm. “One… two… three.” My mouth dropped when I realized what he put on my lap. “Is this a dark romance book?” Piercy’s eyebrow was raised.

She smoothed her skirt as best she could and left the ruined panties where they had landed among the manuscripts. They did not speak while they gathered the displaced volumes and returned them to rough order. The competitive fire was still there in the looks they exchanged, only now it carried the raw knowledge of what the silence of the stacks had allowed. Somewhere above them the night librarian turned a page. In the Restricted Section the air still smelled of old paper and sex, and both of them already knew the next debate would never be only about the text again.

When morning arrived, we were up early, eager to visit the librarian and gain more insight into the prophecy. The librarian’s shop was just as quaint as before, its exterior lined with ivy and its windows obscured by heavy drapes. We stepped inside, the familiar jingle of the bell announcing our arrival. “Hello?” Quinton called out. “We’re here to continue our research.” The elderly librarian emerged from the back room, her expression curious as she took in our presence. “Good morning. How can I assist you today?” “We’re seeking more information about the prophecy and the hidden power it speaks of,” I said. “We need more details to understand what we’re dealing with.”

I know she stands no chance against me, but maybe she thinks she Does. I close the room door behind me, walking over to the small stack of books on the bedside table. Does Lucious enjoy reading? Maybe the enjoyment of reading is something we both have in common. From his bad-boy looks, I wouldn't have taken him for the type of guy who enjoys reading. I grab the top book that has a bookmark hanging out, marking the spot Lucious last stopped at. I look at the title of the book, before turning the book over to read the description of the book. After reading the book description, I see that it's a romantic drama novel.

She plucked one book after another, reading the titles aloud with the excitement of a child at an ice - cream shop. "Oh, 'The Chronicles of Aetheria'... ‘seducing Mr Grey’ .... ‘How to drive your Lycan crazy’.... ‘Tales of the Lost Kingdom'... 'Legends and Lore of the Lycan Forest'... "Rise and fall of Lycan-werewolf treaties. “. Sera's voice echoed softly in the quiet library. She carefully selected a few promising books, cradled them in her arms, and found a cozy corner with a plush chair to sit herself comfortably.

Arthur nodded, “And it does not matter if they are extinct or not, I want to know all about them.” The librarian blinked at him in a confused fashion but then nodded. “And lineages too,” Rah added as he saw the librarian move away to find the books. The librarian clapped his hands on his ears dramatically and shook his head. “In hushed tones, please. In hushed tone.” “And lineages too,” Rah repeated in a soft whisper. Muttering under his breath that he was old but not deaf, the librarian went away to look for the titles. “Are you thinking what I think you are thinking?” Rah started.

“Beware the librarians who gave sight for sound. Tread quiet and swift, or you’ll never be found. What you seek and what you need are two very different things. Let the Library take control, and see what it brings. Knowledge is value, which must be protected at all cost. To pass through these doors, is to risk becoming lost.” ‘Another poem.’ Rayna groaned in my head, ‘I’ll take another poem as long as we can shift down here. I hate not being able to come forward.’ “Well—that was beautiful, and terrifying.” Helena sputtered, somehow managing a shaky smile. “So, these librarians, are they monsters?” I must’ve been getting better since my last confusing riddle, because these librarians sounded