The Librarians Watch Novels & Stories

The village was a long way away, there was no chance of me getting so far away while Elijah was watching me like a hawk. “So this is where you have been hiding all day,” Ava said. I had been concentrating so hard on what I was doing that I hadn’t noticed her sneaking up behind me. I almost jumped out of my seat. Felix smirked at me but he knew better than to make a comment about it. The librarian looked up from her computer for long enough to scowl at us. I am sure that if we were any other students then she would have told us to be quiet. She wasn’t brave enough to try giving her luna orders, instead she sat at her desk looking frustrated.

I slide into the driver’s seat and glance in the rearview mirror, pausing for a breath before I start the car. Movement catches my eye. The library door swings open. The librarian steps out, her cardigan pulled tight against her chest. She doesn’t see me watching. Her attention is on someone else. An old man sits hunched on a bench across the street. He doesn’t move until she speaks to him. Then she points. Right at me. The man follows her gaze. His face is unreadable. Weathered. Still. But I feel it—that cold ripple of being seen. Not watched. Tracked.

He stared down at it, then at me, shock flickering across his features before the fight dragged his focus back to the next threat. “NEW FUNCTION DETECTED,” the librarian snarled, voice crackling. “CORRUPTED AUTHOR. ILLEGAL EDIT.” A volley of books arced toward us. I didn’t have time to parse titles. Burn, I thought, flinging the idea like a shield. Flame licked the edges of a chunk of them mid‑flight.

“To the library.” The grand library felt different in the morning light less like a sanctuary, more like a stage where truths could no longer hide. Gabriel crossed to the tall windows, pulled the heavy curtains aside, and gestured for her to join him. “Look.” From this vantage, she could see over the courtyard and the iron gates beyond. The street stretched quiet, innocent in the daylight. No sign of the watcher. “There’s no one now,” she murmured. “There won’t be,” Gabriel said. “Not during the day. Whoever he is, he knows when to vanish.”

Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting golden beams across the rows of bookshelves. Gertrude was at her usual spot behind the front desk, her glasses perched on the end of her nose as she sorted through a stack of returned books. She looked up as I approached, her expression softening when she saw me. “Agnes,” she greeted, setting aside a book. “Shouldn’t you be resting after the chaos of the fashion show?” I rolled my eyes. “I could say the same to you. Don’t you ever take a break?” She chuckled and pushed her glasses up on her nose. “Librarians don’t rest. The books demand too much attention.” She glanced at me for a moment, and as if reading my mind, she cocked her head and s

“Really?” Just nodding her head, their conversation stopped after the phone rang and a female librarian who asked her to keep her voice down answered the phone. She talked to the other staffs with serious face and tone after closing the phone. It seemed she gave the staffs who were working in that evening a quick briefing. Elena observed them with a quick glance. Some librarians rushed to the door and opened it. A group men in black and dark suits were entering the room after the door was opened. Some lecturers and Mrs. Catherine, their dean were also joining those men.

I sat in the library staring at all the old books, trying to find a map. A map that would tell me about Lameron. Most importantly where it was exactly. I knew nothing about it. Some elders in town might have known, but I couldn’t be asking questions like that. So far, I hadn’t found a thing. I was coming up so empty handed I was beginning the think the queen might have played me for a fool. Vivian said all she knew was that Lameron’s demise was new history it hadn’t happened that long ago. The library was a dead end, it had zero information to help me. I was going to have to think of a different strategy to find the information.

I raised my head up quickly at the sound of my name. “ I am. ” I stood up as the librarian scrutinized me. She was the new librarian, Lucy Wenford, a British American. Too beautiful to be unmarried but rumor has it that she was more interested in women. “ Okay. ” She gave me a look of pity before walking away to her desk which was at the far end of the library. For the first time, I was thankful I had company and super thankful that I stayed in a seat, too far away from the watchful eyes of the librarian.

She shook her head "He couldn't have. For Gabby to have behaved the way she did, she had read this book. She's protecting it... From someone. If someone has gone to great measures to have this book hidden, then this can't be all in here. I think there's more. We just have to find it." He watched her from his spot by the bathroom door. "Who's Gabby?" "The librarian." "You're on first name basis with the librarian?" She shrugged, "You aren't? What day is it?" "Sunday." She gasped and reached for her phone. He watched her type furiously, before beaming and sitting down. "What are you doing?" She looked to him pointedly. "It's Sunday today. I'm watching an online service." He was confused. . . S

Well, I believe librarians do really become naturally strict due to the everyday reprimanding of noises and hey, do not ever disturb a person with books or they will blow fire at you like a dragon for ruining the running imagination inside her head. “I have been notified about your arrival Luna, I am Tanya the librarian and I will be assisting you throughout your stay here in the Library. If you may I shall tour you around.” She said and moved out of her cubicle to face lead me the way. Yael stood behind farther and I nodded at him to gesture that he may remain and relax since we are already inside the library and nothing will happen… hopefully. “This way Luna, I shall show you the book sect