Trinity Wren Library Novels & Stories

' "I'll be there, Dom." I waited until he left for his "lacrosse practice" before heading to the library archives. It was 11:00 PM. The archives were tucked in the basement of the North Wing, a labyrinth of dust and silence where the university kept the rare architectural blueprints. I had the keys because of my scholarship. I needed to upload the final 3D renders of my thesis to the main server. It was my ticket out of this gilded cage. The air in the basement was damp and smelled of old paper. As I reached the heavy oak doors of the restricted stacks, I heard it.

"I'm telling you he might be. I don't know. I'm not omniscient. I'm only useful." "All right. Thank you, Riven." "Yes, Luna. Go up the stairs." I went up the stairs. The library was bigger than I had been expecting. The shelves were three stories high. Narrow wooden walkways ran on iron galleries around the upper levels. There were long oak tables at the centre and a stone fireplace at the far end and tall narrow windows along the eastern wall. The light coming through them was the soft amber light of a long late afternoon. There was no one in it.

Hailey said, grabbing my hand. "Where are we going?" Hailey smiled at me again, though more mischievous than the last. "Oh you'll see." Crestview had a well sized campus, but the main attraction of the school remained the library, which was located on the last floor, enclosed within a dome-like structure, with windows placed carefully on the dome. Standing here reminded me how good the views were from here. Normally, you'd think someone like me would spend a lot of time here at the library but that's actually wrong. I barely come here.

She was like a loyal dog who'd never leave its owner. Tina withdrew her gaze. "Mom, don't forget what we're here for. You're supposed to accompany me to meet the college's higher-ups." She checked the time. They'd be late if they dawdled any longer. Evelyn had to take a deep breath to quell her anger. "Let's go. Miranda is no one important. We can't let her get in the way of such an important matter!" … Bedford College Library had been around for a long time. It housed a comprehensive list of books and was known as "the treasury of knowledge".

I shook my head at the pair of them. A couple of minutes later Greg Henderson came into the cell. “It’s all set, boss,” he said to Tommy and Tommy nodded. He turned to me. “I had him set up the library,” he said. “It’s soundproof and has wards in place so we know who goes in and out. I believe your witch girl can seal it fully once we are in there.” Smart, I thought. I had no idea that the library was warded, but it made sense as all the Divine Order journals that the pack had were in there.

The library was shadowy; like always, and the darkness that clouded the library seemed to hug the rims of the door like water cans with droplets seeping out of the circular edge. “What's that sound?” Wilkes asked when a grunt that was now familiar to Trisha rumbled from within to the other side of the door where they were. Mrs. Perry had turned the library to a sex lodge and Trisha couldn't help but wonder if she had ulterior motives as to why she wanted Trisha to visit the library more often. “It's nothing,” Trisha whispered back, “just that we mustn't make a noise lest we disturb,” she rolled her eyes, “what's going on in there.”

Just some fairytale about a troll and a lamb? Trinity let go of the wheelchair handles and drifted off toward one of the shelves. “Ignore me while I go take a look at those rectangular books of yours,” she hummed under her breath. “Sure,” Kayden said, pretending not to care, though I could tell he was watching her very closely. “Is this the library of the ‘East Wing,’ or are others also allowed here?” Trinity interrogated, peeking through one of the shelves. Kayden clicked his tongue. “East Wing.”

Wren moved on before either of them noticed her, carrying the small, private moment with her the rest of the day, understanding that her sister had found, in Julian, precisely the kind of patient, unguarded devotion that both of them had spent their whole lives believing wasn't actually available to women like them — women raised, in such different circumstances, to believe that love always came with strings attached, conditions to be met, a performance to be maintained in exchange for being wanted at all. The invitations themselves, addressed over the following days in Wren's careful hand and Isabella's considerably less patient one, went out to a guest list that had, in the end, settled at

I needed to catch up on a few different bits of homework, but honestly, I just wanted to find a nice corner and try to sleep more. They renovated the library just before I left for Alpha training and now, you’d have to walk up 25 steps to reach the top. Today as I walk in it seems that the library is all booked out. Busy as anything, people were lining up to borrow things or to ask about one thing or another. Huge double-thick glass windows wrapped around the whole library building bringing in natural light. Double doors lead out to the courtyard and football field. Bookshelves weaved and wrapped around the middle of the library, with little desk nooks with computers and printers next to the

Trinity will be listed as ongoing for at least another week as I make these edits, but this is the last post. 2. The prequel “Trios: Beginning” will be coming out on GoodNovel the week of September 12th. I will be posting information (character sketches, sneak peaks, etc.) on my I N S T A G R A M. Feel free to follow me at owlonmywrist.