Who Burned Alexandria Library Novels & Stories

“Archive room under Laurent shipping house.” David inhaled sharply. “I remember that fire.” Lucien glanced back. “Because it was staged.” Now David stared at Alexander. “You burned Laurent records?” Alexander answered without apology. “I burned names that would have sold children twice.” That answer should have helped him. Instead it raised worse questions. “What names?” I asked. He met my eyes. “The ones Edward used to move Liora.” The world shifted again. “You found her trail then?” “Yes.” “Why did you still fail?”

Her empire. "Fire," she said calmly. "What?" Valentina rushed to the window, looking outside. "Where? I don't see—" "Not here. The east side warehouse. Chemical storage." Amelia's voice was flat. "Sophia Langston just burned it down." Valentina's face went white. She grabbed Amelia's arm. "What? How? Why?" Amelia turned to face her sister. Her eyes were cold, hard, empty. "Because I shot Damien. A graze. A warning. And this is her response."

That's the last thing he would expect from his fellows who have bestowed their lives to protect the land. "I don't believe it!" "Oh! Don't be silly! Not that it has to be a traitor in every case! There were some forbidden books in the old library where you could get this information easily!"Alan exclaims in annoyance, "You people make scenes too dramatic." "Were! Those books were burnt long ago since they possessed a threat!"Ario interrupts. But that doesn't shake up Ailann even a bit. Rather, he smiles and says, "What if it was just a show to cover our eyes?"

I managed to get to Billie just in time to save her from getting crushed by the pile of books, but got hit by some hardcover books, which burned against my skin. I groaned in pain, pushing the sizzling hot books away from me while trying to keep Billie awake. It took a moment before I realized that there was something odd. The books were hot - way too hot for comfort. I looked up and caught a raging fire, which mercilessly consumed the top of the shelf, burning everything in its path. Just when I thought I'd seen the worst, another explosion rocked the library, and this time, the doors, shelves, and windows fell apart.

"They could be monsters." "They could be better." "Alexander —" "I'm not saying we keep them. I'm saying we think before we destroy." I walked to him. Took his hand. "They're not your father. They'll never be your father. They're just... reminders." "Of what?" "Of everything you've overcome." Alexander was quiet. Then: "Burn them." "What?" "Burn them all." --- We found kerosene in the back. Poured it over the tanks.

Even in the dimmest days the streets of my litte town were alive with our smiling people, but to see it deserted with the windows boarded up broke my heart. The library was the starkest sight of all. Extra measures had been taken to barricade and fireproof the building, a final desperate measure to protect the history of our pack and the treaty that had started this whole mess. If anything these documents would tell our story if we fell, but we all held out a silent hope they would save us in the end.

"If I die, the library burns. Every world, every person, every memory... it all goes dark. Is that what you want? To be the one who ends everything?" "If the world is a prison you built to watch us suffer, then let it burn!" I screamed. I lunged across the desk. I didn't go for his throat. I went for the ledger. I grabbed the book and ripped the pages out. "No!" the man shrieked. As the pages tore, the library began to shake. The books on the shelves started to scream. Outside the windows, I saw the city flickering. The white emptiness was being replaced by a swirling storm of colors.

The legendary flame was the source of the fire. "Ah..." "Sect leader, please save me!" "Get away!" Alex never expected the power of the Holy Book, which he had simply cultivated, to increase so dramatically in such a short period. Five people were burned to ashes on the spot! Souls notwithstanding, few matching swords in their hands were intact, and most were burned to a crisp by the legendary flame. The scene was filled with howls of agony. Alba was shocked and terrified. She had never considered Alex, believing that he was just one of the more prominent local cultivators. There was a limit to how powerful he could be, a heaven and earth difference from those from ancient times.

“Sybil?” He shook his head. “Council. Sybil’s cowed for now. She’s desperate, but not stupid. The suits are the ones we can’t read. Lyra’s sniffed out three traps in the sewer lines already. Most are just decoys—power outages, food shipments misrouted. But yesterday, the library annex on Jefferson burned.” She swallowed on instinct. The library was supposed to be neutral territory, a refuge for wolves, humans, even the odd daywalker. Information was currency.

Great! Azraiel formed a plan in his head. Every meeting is supposed to last two days, which would be more than sufficient to snoop through the Royal Library and gather information about anything that happened in 1971. The Royal Library is indeed considered the library of libraries, being the biggest treasure of books in the werewolf world. He just hopes that what he needs didn’t get burned down in the fire that took place 23 years ago.