The Librarians Watch Novels & Stories

“But how could you miss her? She’s the librarian.” “No, the librarian is a male and I saw him often enough as I’m always taking books out.” I’m puzzled about that. I’m sure she said she’s the librarian. Perhaps there are two of them. Bells toll suddenly again, this time trilling and continuous. “What’s that one for?” I ask, my heart hammering in my chest. “An emergency. Come.” We both hurry out to one of the balconies where we watch the happenings below. Down below where the prince is coming in, supported by two guards with panic etched on their faces.

The show had been what he considered a bad idea and he had been so sure no one was watching the show. The show was a game played by librarians where different questions about books and libraries were asked. Why would someone even watch something like that? He had been wrong. Wendy was that someone and she was so enthralled by whatever was happening on her screen. Louis watched her squirm happily in her seat while scooping large portions of food into her mouth. There was something so unreal about her. How could one alternate between being a lying deceitful slut and a sweet vulnerable girl so effortlessly? And why was that fascinating to him?

Like it breathed. Logan’s voice broke the silence. “They’re here.” We turned. Figures stepped from the tree line. Not wolves. Not witches. Not human. They shimmered like heatwaves, their outlines flickering as if they didn’t belong to this realm. Logan didn’t move. Neither did Ember. “These are the Watchers,” Ember said. “The ones who witness when bloodlines shift. They’ve come to see her.” Lilly trembled beside me. I held her tighter.

“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

Elara (grim): “An attempt to sabotage knowledge.” Aryn: “We fix—sealed tonight.” Lerder: “And guard.” That afternoon, the Bear Clan diplomat Torven stepped forward, hands open. Torven: “We bear witness—and offer our Ceremonial Watch—warriors to guard the library.” Elara watched Lerder. Lerder: “I trust him.” Elara nodded. Elara: “Then they guard with us.” Elara walked with Rhys and Eluna near the warming hearth. Eluna: “I feel... better.”

ASHLEIGH'S P.O.V I tried my best to reach the control room, and manipulated the cameras inside the library. I am sure that the librarian is now looking at her monitor to see and make sure that the restricted area along with the students was safe. I smirked when I saw that they were already inside that place, looking around. Hope they can see something there.

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.”

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.

She listened attentively, blocked everything that seemed to be in the world out. The librarian packed the last books back on the shelf, as he was about to turn off the lights. He saw some shadows at a corner and heard some mutterings. He wrinkled his eyebrows and walked over there cautiously. He stopped as he saw two students who were deeply immersed in what they were doing- studying. He cleared his throat to gain their attention. The both of them looked up instantly that he almost jerked back in fear.

she replied in a shaky voice. That's why he didn't leave the office earlier. He wanted to hear our purpose of visit in the EIC. I hope it's not too late. I was so oblivious. Why didn’t I notice that? The library was as quiet as ever because of the strict librarian. "Good morning, Ms. Umali, we are from the Detective Section and we need your help." The librarian just raised an eyebrow at me, even though she had no eyebrows, literally. Arya interrupted the conversation, perhaps she sensed the dark aura of this teacher.