Where The Library Hides: A Novel Novels & Stories

Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.

It took them awhile, but they managed to go through everything and pack up the useless stuff. Angel was in the office going through the desk while two of staff members were packing up the books inside when one of them went to grab another book and the whole shelf moved. Her father who had just been standing there looked at her oddly and she shrugged, she hadn’t known the room was there either. When they opened it, they found what appeared to be a secret office in what was intended to be a panic room. There was a lot of paperwork, financial information, a lot of things that didn’t make sense right off. Until Angel looked at it closer and saw the pattern. It turned out Kingsley hadn’t just bee

More hidden cameras? She couldn’t trust anyone here. Not even herself. She made her way to the library, a place where the old, crumbling stone met generations of whispered secrets. Books were scattered across tables, some open, some marked with red pens but the place was empty. She chose a corner seat near the window, the pale dawn spilling over the pages.

When lunch bell rings, he slips me another note: "Library. Now." I sneak in through the side door, heart pounding. The library is quiet, just a few students scattered at tables, the librarian at her desk with her back turned. Mr. Hale waits in the far stacks, hidden among tall shelves of old books. He grabs my wrist and pulls me deeper into the shadows, where no one can see. "Good girl," he murmurs, his hand sliding up my thigh under my skirt. "You've been thinking about me, haven't you?"

I slip on the nose mask, covering my mouth, nose, and cheeks, which is basically hiding most part of my face. We get down from the car, and enter the warehouse, ignoring stares and not engaging into any conversation. We try to be as normal as possible, in order not to get caught. When we reach the wide open space where Ryan is placed on a bed, tubes connecting to his arms, I finally break down, a sob wrecking through me. "We have to put a stop to this. Brent can't continue to do this, and the best way is to confront him" Helena says, when we reach Ryan. He looks so weak.

"That's the book." "Then let's split up. We find it before curfew." The library swallowed us whole, its shelves stretching up into shadow, the air thick with dust and old parchment. I went left, toward the wolf-lore section, scanning spine after spine with fingers that wouldn't stop shaking. Nothing. I moved deeper, aisle after aisle, the silence pressing against my ears until it felt like its own kind of noise. Then I saw it — a corner where the light didn't reach. A place the other students seemed to avoid without ever saying why, tucked behind the last row of shelves like something forgotten on purpose.

That night, after everyone else had gone to bed, I found myself wandering the halls of the packhouse, my thoughts racing. I needed answers. I needed to know what Lysa was hiding, even if it meant finding out on my own. The idea came to me as I passed by the library. I remembered the books I’d been reading, the old pack histories full of secrets and half-forgotten lore. There was something about them that had stuck with me, something that seemed… connected. I slipped inside the library, the smell of old paper and dust greeting me like an old friend. I moved quietly, the only sound the soft creak of the floorboards beneath my feet as I made my way to the section on pack history.

"If the Hounds at the safehouse were just the appetizers, the main course is going to be hell." "Good thing I'm starving. Move your ass." They climbed. Each breath was a struggle against the rising heat and the smell of old stone. The tunnel terminated in a heavy oak panel behind a bookshelf in the library. Dante pressed a hidden catch. The wall hissed open. "Quiet," Dante breathed. The library was a tomb. Dust motes hung suspended in the moonlight cutting through the floor-to-ceiling windows. No guards. No alarms. The silence was heavy, thick enough to taste.

I couldn't. I couldn't let people see us together. Not after yesterday. Not after what happened at home. I turned the corner into the nearly empty hallway and broke into a run. My shoes echoed against the polished floor. I didn't stop until I reached the old academy library. Breathing hard, I slipped inside and hid behind one of the tallest bookshelves. My heart hammered against my ribs. Please... Don't find me. The library remained silent except for the soft turning of pages somewhere in the distance.

The brittle part of me still trembles, but at least now, I’m not letting it break me. A soft breeze catches my hair, and I glance back, expecting to see Gabriel still lingering. He’s not there. I let out a quiet sigh, a mix of relief and something I don’t even want to name. Maybe it’s pride. Maybe it’s fear. Maybe it’s both. Either way, I keep walking, straight-backed, eyes forward, silent, invisible, untouchable, just enough for me to survive another day. The hidden corner of the library had always been mine, my little fortress of books and silence, the only place where I could pretend that the world outside didn’t exist, where the chaos of people and expectations didn’t claw at me.