The Library Center Novels & Stories

"It is all very well to suggest I shift to a Lycan, but I wasn't joking when I said 'easier said than done', more like mission impossible. Do we have anything in the library about Lycans?" "Let's go find out," I answered before mind-linking Tyler, asking him to take over while we were gone. We walked down to the centre of our pack town to the local library. There was a room there that was kept locked at all times. The only time people were allowed in there was when they had my permission. Many of the books were old, and we wanted them kept in as pristine a condition as possible. Of course, the librarians would enter and keep the place dust free, but that was all.

Even if it did, she imagined that particular skill would be pretty far down on any list of priorities for some time yet. She tugged her dark blue knit ski cap farther down over her ears and trudged on into the wind. Beside her, Cali already had her rainbow colored Rasta tam pulled far down onto her head. They only had to walk two blocks with the wind blasting directly into their faces. As soon as they turned the corner and headed southeast, the walk became much more comfortable. Another four blocks brought them to the wide grass plaza fronting the college library, one of the oldest buildings on campus. As always, there were plenty of students coming and going from the huge, four story stone

Asked the woman near him. “I’m replacing the late Mr. Herald.” By the look on their face, it seemed Mr. Herald’s name was unpopular among these women, hence Lucas elaborated. “I work in the library as the new librarian.” In the library, Mrs. Letty taught Lucas about how the ins and outs of a book, she also introduced Lucas to all the library staff. Which only consist of the head of library, two librarians (included himself), and one cleaner whose job also as manual worker.

Kathrena asked, and we fell into step, all three of us, as we turned off the main street and onto one of the smaller, cobbled lanes that rounded towards the Hawthorn Central Library. “Let’s speak to Herb first. I’ll tell you when we’re settled inside.” The library was quiet as we filed in, and dust rose thick in the air, motes spinning through the slanted, grey light. There was an aura of ancient eyes watching us, today: something mystical, something magical, and it was curious, too.

He says, and points to the building, “Well, that is the Lunar Legacy Library, which we call the Triple L for short. Would you like to take a look?” I instantly perk up at that, “I would love to. I’d completely forgotten about that, thank you for reminding me. If it’s okay with you, sure!” “Oh, it's more than okay with me. You would find reading more entertaining than watching me hammer metal in the Forge.”

I clearly heard the instructions Sain gave them and that is not something that needs to be delayed especially now that they already figured out the Mafia Romano. I took a deep breath. "Does the library located in the west wing?" I inquire. "No, it's in the north east at the end of the hallway near the-" "Got it," I cut him off. "I'll go get him" I smile and turn around. I already where is that library he is talking about. That's the place where I heard Nicolai and Sain talk about Laurent Alcatraz.

Ponjie already looked bored so he found a table and decided to rest. “Of course, it is.” The butler said proudly. “Although the academy has massive resources for students, the library in the facility is much more comprehensive and filled with a lot of real-life cases that the Elites have experienced. We call this place, ‘Bibliothèque Blanche’. You’re not allowed to read anything in this, though. You are not qualified yet.” “Then what’s the point of going here?” Fruto really wanted to check the texts here. He got interested with the word “real-life cases”. Unfortunately, they’re not allowed. He instantly felt bitter.

Lucian looked at the Butler and asked. "A delivery man came a while ago and gave them to Mrs. Center. Mrs. Center said there are some books in them. Mrs. Center is making a place in her room to keep the books. When she will finish making that place, she will take the books to her room," The Butler said. "Isn't there a bookshelf in her room?" Lucian asked confusingly. He had strictly ordered the servant to decorate Natalie's room as she wanted. "Of course, Mr. Center, there is a bookshelf in her room but Mrs. Center said she wants to keep these books within her reach. So she is making a small place to keep the books beside her bed," The Butler said.

The library stood near the town square; a beautiful, old sandstone building with wide steps and tall windows that always smelled faintly of old paper and sea breeze. A banner hung across the entrance: “Brentwood Youth Symposium — Connecting Minds, Sharing Dreams.” Gal grinned at me. “See? Totally worth leaving the house for.” I chuckled. “You just want the snacks.” “Maybe,” she said, laughing. Inside, the library had been rearranged, tables pushed aside to make space for rows of folding chairs. There were posters about creativity, community projects, and “youth impact.” At the front stood a cheerful-looking woman in her thirties with a microphone, addressing the small crowd of about thirty t

He has his palms up as if on instinct to surrender on how powerful this woman is. She then laughs harder. “Come inside for a moment.” He did not get what she said at first but then he realizes that they are in front of the library—and this woman is the librarian. Not knowing what else to do, he follows her inside. There are only a couple of students and teachers inside, his safest bet is that it is either the library is close to closing or it is simply not the peak hours for students to be in here. He had no idea where they were walking to, but when she stopped at a room, he was actually surprised to see a coffee center.