Traveling Library の小説・ストーリー

By the time I had gotten to the center of the library, to my surprise, it was almost literally empty. Unlike the remaining parts of the library filled with shelves of books and tall ladders, this one had only a large globe and some other things like pictures and artifacts that almost made me think I had transitioned from a library to a museum. I recounted the remaining letters and just as Marco said—CL-R1-S3R. I was at the center of the library, but what was the L? I wondered, looking around. Finding nothing, I decided to skip L for R, since it meant Row.

The two of them decided to travel to the Capital. Seraphine did feel North limited their vision by a large extent and wanted to check out the Royal Library for more information. The archives there held a wider range of content, and it was said all the books and records— long lost or not— was present in the Royal Library.

I still had to put up an act and visit the damn doctor daily. A thought suddenly hit me. They claimed there are no records of Amy's existence. Where do they keep the records? I turned around suddenly, catching Falcon off guard. He stared at me skeptically. "Is there a library?" *** The pack house library is a warm, dimly lit sanctuary tucked away on the second floor, lined wall-to-wall with towering shelves of worn leather-bound books. The scent of old paper mingles with polished oak, and a crackling fireplace casts a soft amber glow across plush armchairs and a long reading table. Large windows overlook the forest, their heavy curtains drawn just enough to let in silver threads of sunlight,

“They’ve scrubbed the house clean of anything that smells like the past.” Lira leaned against the bedpost, a devious glint in her eyes. “Well... the main library has the 'official' history books, which are probably ninety percent propaganda,” she said, shrugging one shoulder. “But if the books are useless, we go to the source. The living libraries.” I arched an eyebrow, my interest piqued. “The living libraries?”

The scent of old books and wood filled the air. I often forgot how big the collection here was, since I usually opted to use the library at the pack headquarters whenever I needed anything. But this library boasted thousands of books of various genres, while the headquarters library—where Gertrude worked—consisted mostly of pack documents and rare texts that required specific archival conditions. Thea immediately broke away from us, making a beeline for the colorful children’s section tucked into a corner of the first floor. Elijah placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward the stairs. “The history section is on the third floor,” he said quietly.

TAMLIN'S POV I released a sigh of relief once I entered the library. This is one of the oldest libraries in the supernatural world, filled with archives on extinct packs and existing ones. I had gone around the world taking any job that could give me access to the biggest and strongest pack that might have any clue about my pack's extinction. This was a one-in-a-million opportunity that I couldn't miss. The library was enormous, smelled of old books and magic and I wondered where we should even begin.

"Not really. I just have one more thing to do. The library. I have to clean that place before some of the pack members get in there later in the night." My face brightened as I heard that she was going to the library to clean it up. Here I was thinking that I had no time. At least while she is cleaning and I'm helping her out, I will use the opportunity to go through some books. "Really? Then let's go. I'll help you to clean the place. I actually caught a glimpse of the place and I was excited to know that a library existed here," we walked together, heading towards the library. "So this thing they say about all Packs having a library in their home is true. I am glad to know that Wild Claw i

I clutched my worn leather bag tighter as I stepped onto the empty platform. Rain hammered down in thick sheets, soaking my coat in seconds. The last train home was already waiting, its metal body gleaming under the weak station lights. I hated traveling at night, especially in this weather, but work had kept me late again at the library. Sorting old books and helping the few students who still showed up. My life felt quiet and safe. Too safe.

I adjusted my backpack and headed up the extensive stairs that were in front of the large library. It was the biggest building in the area, and it held most of the pack’s history from the time the pack was founded. There weren’t just the normal books that you would see in a non-shifter library but a bunch of magical tomes as well. It was still pretty early but the librarian I knew opened at 6:00 a.m. for the local college kids who needed to prep for their early classes. Slipping in, there was a college aged she-wolf sitting at front desk. Leaning forward, I smiled at her.

We finally arrived in front of a huge door as he gently pulled at it to reveal the library. The library door creaked open, revealing a sight that left me utterly awestruck. My initial perception of a "small" library was immediately shattered. This was a haven of books and knowledge that stretched beyond imagination. The room was colossal, with towering bookshelves that seemed to reach up to the heavens themselves. Each shelf was neatly organized, displaying an impressive collection of books. The scent of old and new pages intermingled in the air, creating an atmosphere that was both comforting and enchanting.