Who Burned Alexandria Library Novels & Stories

Selene cursed him to never have an heir, to never know true love, and to feel the pain of rejection every time Andra was elated. Andra’s second chance mate was the reigning King of Lycans, Anu, of Eridu. Anu was a fair ruler, he sat with his people and listened to their concerns, he encouraged them to bring their problems to the palace and did everything he could to maintain peace. Kushim tried to save his lineage, he went to Eridu to talk to Andra before her coronation. When Andra refused to take Kushim back he unalived her, using a spear that was dipped in a concentrated oil made of wolfsbane. This was the start of the 2,000 year war between werewolves and Lycans. There are a lot of missin

In a field not far away from there “Is that Master Alexander Grissham's helicopters?” People started muttering. But they didn't dare to say more. “He might want to help, this is a national history museum. He's even faster than Mayor Wellbert…” They said. What people don't know is what really happened there. Alexander came with long strides. His deadpan face hardened when he saw how badly the entire building was burnt. If anyone was trapped there, it would definitely be roasted and charred along with everything inside.

“The documents. They’re in the west wing. If the fire reaches them, they’ll be destroyed. All of them. Everything we’ve worked for, everything we’ve fought for—gone.” Mr. Park’s face turned pale. “Victor. He must have done this. He knew we were going to present the documents tomorrow. He set the fire to destroy them.” Liam looked at him, his mind racing. “We can’t let that happen. We have to get them. We have to save them.” “Liam, no,” Mr. Park said, grabbing his arm. “It’s too dangerous. The fire could spread at any moment. The building could collapse. We could get trapped. We could die.”

Nikolas explained. Bella noticed how Kai's features twisted slightly. Whatever Nikolas was saying, Kai didn't like it. "I don't wajt him to escape this time" Kai instructed before disconnecting the call. Bella frowned. "What happened? Who are we searching for?" she inquired. He sighed heavily before placing his mobile to aside. "Someone intentionally lit fire to the library" he explained. Bella gasped with shock. "What? But why?" she genuinely couldn't understand why though.

Somewhere behind me, the roof groaned a warning I ignored. If Alexander was still alive, he’d be in the east wing. That’s where Richard’s men had come from. That’s where he’d gone. “Please,” I whispered, not sure if I was talking to the universe, to God, or to the ghost of who I used to be. “Please let him be alive.” The library doors were half-open, the once-grand shelves reduced to glowing embers. The scent of burning leather and ink filled the air. Then a sound.

“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.

A location that was not the docks. “Burn it,” Alexander said. He didn’t mean just the physical ledger anymore. He meant the network. He meant to wipe the map clean. I stood there, hands clenched, the photograph of my son burned into my mind like a brand. The ship horns in the distance sounded mournful, and far above the city the sky began to lighten. Alexander’s hand found mine in the cold and squeezed. It was not a tender gesture. It felt like a feint and a vow at once.

Protective even now. Miranda noticed immediately. A faint sadness crossed her face. “You really do love him.” Jamie’s expression didn’t change. “That’s not your concern.” Alex finally found his voice. “You left me.” The words came out rougher than intended. Miranda flinched visibly. “I know.” “No,” Alex snapped quietly. “You don’t.” Silence. Painful silence. Security discreetly moved further back, sensing this was no longer their conversation. Miranda swallowed slowly. “The night of the warehouse fire, Adrian realized I stole the Orpheus archives.”

Those I now kept in my personal safe; away from everyone. The last book was more of a theory book. Random thoughts that she was looking into it. Or had done research on in the past. These I did share with Vale. Some of them were silly. The major one cropping up with the library of Alexandria and the possibility that it had survived. Vale even knew of this slight obsession but not to the extent that she had been searching for it in her free time. However, one theory had taken us not just by surprise, but shook us to the core.

Before he could finish, Sarah struck a match to a lantern she’d been carrying. I took a step forward. I didn’t like the ringing sound in my head. With a wicked grin, she hurled it through the open door of Alexander’s study. My heart dropped as the study lit up in an instant. The scrolls, the records Alexander guarded so fiercely were burning. “NO!” I screamed and launched forward, wanting to save whatever I could, but Clifford caught me immediately. Fiona and her minions only laughed. She plucked a handful of scrolls from the shelves near the doorway, one by one, and tossed them into the inferno. “Oops. Look what your Luna let slip through her fingers.”