The Midnight Library Audiobook Narrator Novels & Stories

My pillow goes flying off my head and I throw a book at the door before I can realize what I'm doing. I sure just hope that isn't any of my textbooks. I groan in frustration. My eyes flickering open as I lay on my side and I involuntarily see the time. It's midnight. It's literally midnight!! What gives?! I was wrong. This isn't a punishment. It's torture. I hear the door open and her giggles are now unfiltered from the door now. “Good night” I hear her say and what follows next is the door closing. Another door opens and then closes immediately after and the silence that seems too good to be true finally comes to stay.

Chapter One The notification goes live at 12:03 a.m. Most people don’t notice it right away. Midnight notifications are easy to ignore—another bored scroll, another face glowing in the dark. But for the ones who do click, the screen opens to something oddly quiet. No music. No filter. No bright smile. Just Lila Monroe, framed too close, her face pale in the bluish light of her phone. The familiar background of her bedroom looks different tonight—messier, shadows stretching too long across the walls. Her hair is pulled back like she’s been running her hands through it too many times.

She continues as if noticing my confused state, and wants to bestow mercy on me like the moon's messenger. “Shawn is the chosen of Hati’s later blood. The peace child. Hati, son of Fenrir. Hati, the moon hunter.” she says, addressing all of us. That's when it clicked. The book I'd seen at the library. “The Codex Luporum…” I say to myself. “You know the book?” Alice's voice rings out, breaking into my monologue. My eyes meet hers, before Shawn's, who is looking at me with that, ‘you've been caught’ stare.

Charlie didn't speak for a long time—not because she didn't have words, but because she had too many. The clearing felt different now. The air held the ghost of the Sentinel's howl, vibrating faintly, like the forest was still listening. Moonlight spilled over everything in silver ribbons. Charlie stood in the center of it all, trying to steady her breath. I'm the hinge. The mediator. The moon's deviation. It sounded like the world's worst LinkedIn bio.

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

"Your answers intrigue me, Roanne. You have the makings of a worthy member. Your determination is clear, your intent sharp." "Thank you," I said, the words barely more than a breath. Yet they carried the weight of my world, the gravity of my newfound purpose. The library's silence was a tactile presence, wrapping around me like the silk scarf concealing my bruises. Violet stood by a towering bookshelf, her silhouette etched against the dim light filtering through stained glass windows. "Tomorrow night," she began, her voice a melody of dark promise, "you will join us here at the stroke of midnight. We convene under the veil of secrecy, where the world outside ceases to exist."

The sound of water gently lapping against the shelves provided a soothing ambiance, creating a serene atmosphere that encouraged deep contemplation and study. As they ventured deeper into the library, Tritan, Finrir, Nerissa, Madissa, Bryan, and Joe found themselves surrounded by rows upon rows of books. The sheer volume of knowledge contained within those pages was awe-inspiring. Each book seemed to hold the answers to countless mysteries, waiting to be discovered by those who sought enlightenment.

I leaned close and whispered to her, "So, someone in our class could hear you." "Hey, Damon..." Elsa said hello to Damon as soon as she saw him. Damon gave a slight smile. "Hey, Elsa." Elsa was delighted by Damon's response. Elsa's response always cracks me up. After glancing at Damon, I quickly averted my gaze. The day went by swiftly. I needed to drop off a library book on my way home. The library was empty except for two student assistants (SAs). While the SA was reviewing the lending book, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone had their eyes on me. I couldn't find anyone in the library when I glanced around and checked between the shelves. I got spooked when I felt someone walking be

We enjoyed our company_our haven of peace, even if it was for a little while. I didn't realize that I had drifted into a nap. “I was lying on a cold, hard bed. It was cold, just too cold. I kept turning and tossing, only to wake up in a murky room. It was so dark that I felt blind, voices whispered in an eerie tone. I felt goosebumps on the back of my neck, I was scared and alone. Just when I felt I couldn't bear the whispers that tormented me, I heard my father's voice:

and "Matilda" It was our last day at the lake . I went to the lake in the morning but Amy wasn't there. After finishing packing and I decided to visit Amy's and give her the books. I asked around for where she lives . I reached her house and knocked on the door. An old lady opened the door . She smelled like fresh baked cookies and looked so warm and welcoming. "May I help you with anything dear?", she asked me. " You must be her grandma. I am Audrea , I wanted to meet Amy.", I said. " Oh Audrea! Amy talks about you so much, she really admires you. You are a very sweet girl. Come on in.", she said with a smile. "Thankyou grandma. Is Amy here?", I asked. "Oh I'm sorry dear Amy hads a little