The Library Novels & Stories

Something turned the corner and nearly ran into us. If we hadn’t flattened ourselves against the shelf, we’d have been caught. When I think of Librarian’s, I couldn’t help but picture my mom. Rounded glasses and flared skirts, nametags and rolling carts full of returned books. She worked at the public library for years now. She’d adore the wide array of books here, though I don’t think she’d like the constant threat of danger.

Tanya said before fixing her large black rimmed eyeglasses that was sliding down her nose. I quietly followed her as I looked around at the huge bookshelves containing books with different sizes, thickness, and covers. There are those evidently new, and there are also those leather worn old books that are mostly at the higher shelf, signifying that they are rarely touched. “This is the Literature section and we actually lack of workers right now Luna so I sincerely apologize for the dusty shelf, I shall see to it to be cleaned immediately.” She said and I indeed notice that there are not much helpers going around here returning books to the shelves and fixing chairs before the official openi

I wanted to learn more about it, but it would do no harm to get a book and maybe read about some Luna history and mythology there. I entered the library and a gasp left me as I stared at how big it is, this isn't any ordinary library. This library is huge. It is filled with bookshelves, it is so huge that it feels like an enclosed room. The shelves stretch for miles and they contain hundreds of books, many of which must contain Luna history and mythologies. There is no end to them. I glanced around the library, noticing that no other person was present. I was completely alone.

Each blade seemed to dance with anticipation, swaying in harmony with our footsteps, as if nature itself recognized the gravity of our purpose. The library, adorned with the name "Evergreat" elegantly etched upon its weathered walls, stood before us like a beacon of wisdom and intrigue. Its presence commanded attention, exuding an aura of grandeur that stirred the depths of our souls. The weathered stones, marked by the passage of time, as it seemed to hold the stories of countless generations within their silent embrace.

“Weird.“ I muttered, shook the bad feeling off me, and opened the library door to step in. The library was always nosy because it wasn't only the people from the pack who came in to read but students too. Libraries were supposed to be silent, but this one was the opposite. People often came there to catch up with their friends rather than read and do research. “Sony.“ I called, but all I could get back was the echo of my own voice. “I should go and look for the librarian.“ I thought, stepped into the library, and skipped down the aisle towards the librarian's office. Yes, this librarian didn't hav

The library, her sanctuary of silence, her haven of inspiration, instantly came to mind. She took a deep breath, her fingers hovering over the pen in her journal. The words flowed effortlessly, as if guided by an unseen hand. She wrote about the library's comforting scent of old paper and dust, the quiet hum of the air conditioning, the soft rustle of pages. She wrote about the feeling of being surrounded by stories, by knowledge, by the endless possibilities that lay within its walls. She wrote about the way the library had become a sanctuary for her, a place where she could escape the noise of t

She said with heads inclined in a soft bow. “Okay, it's a yes or no question. Find out from the Alpha if its something I can skip, if it is, then tell him that I am buried in the library searching for something.” I stated and headed towards the library. It was almost night fall and the library was located in the innermost part of the room which made it dark even by day so I had to carry a lamp. “Library is closed, Luna.” The guards standing by the library door informed as I got there and I squinted my eyes in a questioning manner.

Her lips curved into a smirk, eyes glinting with thinly veiled malice. “Bold move,” she whispered as she passed by. “Hope you can back it up.” I stared after her, curling my lip angrily, but said nothing. I wouldn’t stoop to her petty level. She’d find out soon enough just how serious I was. I headed straight to the library after that, a vast room filled with towering shelves and the smell of paper. This library housed copies of every single book and publication in our pack, as well as a large section on literature from other packs. If I was going to find anything useful, it would be here.

Dim, golden light illuminates narrow aisles, casting long shadows that twist and shift with each step. The library is silent, save for the soft rustle of turning pages and the occasional squeak of a trolley wheel as librarians glide between shelves like wraiths. Their movements are unnervingly silent, their faces impassive as they climb ladders to retrieve books or vanish into shadowy alcoves. The atmosphere presses down on me, a solemn reminder of the knowledge stored here and the secrets it might hold.

I would gladly take the pain and injury from her so that she can get better and give us the information we need to keep us safe from anything that may be headed our way. The library is on the common floor, there are 4 rooms there, the biggest being the common room. It’s got TV’s, gaming systems of all kinds, multiple computers and pool tables, even a foosball table that my brother has always lost to me on. (He says he lets me win… I think not)