What If The Library Of Alexandria Never Burned Novels & Stories

Zavier The God of the future asked as he looked around the class. "Yes Ms. Ariella is wondering why you worded the book the way you did." King Alexander stated. Zavier looked at me and then my book with a weird Expression on his face. Why did he seem curious? "Well this was back when you would imprison anyone who didn't remember a law. As I recall you made it illegal to read any of the laws you created out loud because of that reason alone." Zavier explained.

“Dad, there’s something I need to discuss with you.” The ancient library had remained sealed after the Great War led by Aelra. Only a handful of supernatural leaders even knew it existed. Its walls were carved from black stone, and the shelves stretched from the floor to the ceiling, filled with different records, most of them written in ancient languages that most living creatures could not understand. Seraphine moved through the shelves, searching for a particular book. Maelva entered the library and walked towards her. “What are you looking for, my love?”

The Archive of Fire was meant to be a sanctuary. A living library of voices, a place where no story would be lost. Maria had envisioned it as a digital and physical space, a repository of essays, poems, oral histories, and testimonies. Celeste had designed its infrastructure, ensuring accessibility across provinces. Leah had championed it as the next step in the movement—a classroom without walls, preserved forever. But sanctuaries are fragile.

The Mediterranean gleamed under a cloudless sky, but her mission brought no romance. Noor had been Echo’s embedded cultural intelligence liaison during the Balkan operations. She had flagged several covert ops as "non-compliant”—meaning illegal. In return, Echo’s former leadership had branded her a rogue, then quietly leaked enough information to paint her as unstable. Rafael had intervened—removing her, faking her death, and placing her into a civilian identity as an archivist in a coastal library. That’s where Lena headed now. The Bibliotheca Alexandrina was built like a sun-disk pressed against the sea. Inside, its long sloping walls housed millions of texts—most untouched, silent testame

Rich or poor, human or not, everyone was welcome in Helverium. Scholars used to write many books and stocked them all in the libraries. It used to be the storage area for all the intellectuals of the world and some of the world’s biggest mysteries are hidden here. But when the war struck, the witches destroyed all the books. Everything was burnt down to ensure that the other species would not get their hands on the treasured trove of knowledge. It was a masterstroke because the lost books were never recovered. As a result, the witches won many of the battles before being defeated by the werewolves.

"What would be the point of creating a law to wipe the existence of someone or people, if there is something physical explaining that the very thing you want people to forget, does exist?" Heather said. It's crazy, but it makes sense to not have documentation of this decree, if it meant protecting a person or people. But the royal family are known to be sticklers for rules, and would probably create some sort of documentation acknowledging the law they created and the person we needed to forget. "You're here because you need access to the Library of Alphas?" Cersai said, speaking directly at Heather. "Yes, I do." "Hold on. What's the Library of Alphas?"

It’s too risky. My head lights up with an idea. The library. That’s where I can get answers. Maybe even a replica of the book Miles found for me could be there. I take the stairs two at a time, running down the long wing of the academy where the library should be. But when I reach it, I stop dead. The library was destroyed. Books lie torn across the floor, burnt pages, broken shelves and nails scattered everywhere. “What the hell happened here?” I whisper, stepping carefully around the debris, so I don’t get hurt. Why wouldn’t they repair this place?

I cut her off fuming at the thought of them thinking I was a fragile pet that if you turn the wrong way would die before their very eyes. Ash put her hands over my clenched ones trying to calm me down. "No one thinks of you as a pet Alexa we just care too much for you. You had a bad past and it's affected you so we have to let them know what to expect from you and how to deal with you. Our pack has had to deal with it for a while and knows how to act but their pack is bigger and don't know a thing about you. Alpha Maxwell and Aden need to know what to do at least."

I held back an incredulous scoff. Lifemates? Of course. Trust the goddess to add this plot to the story to stop me from going ahead with my plans. If that was the idea, she should think twice. I knew the stories by the way. Every ancient did, every reading supernatural did. Problem was, most didn’t. And if they did, they didn’t bother with ancients which they regarded as extinct. In the Queen’s library, the matter had been documented carefully, clinically, as though putting words to tragedy could make it easier to bear.

“Idle hands, sir.” “We won’t be asking any witches or vampires about goddess gifted for the time being, Thea. We can’t risk tipping off the wrong people. We will investigate to see if they are involved first.” She nodded. “Let’s hold off on excursions for now, Liam,” Alpha Ulric said. Liam nodded. “Yes, sir.” “Sir, I know this is kind of morbid, but what happened to the libraries of the packs that were destroyed back east? Has anyone mentioned anything?” Thea said.