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- Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
Luna, the curious and clever library cat, lives a peaceful life surrounded by the magic of stories in her cozy old library, until one rainy afternoon when she discovers a mysterious, ancient book revealing the legend of Seraphinathe original guardian cat who once protected the librarys secrets. Drawn by whispers and a sense of destiny, Luna learns she may be the chosen successor destined to awaken Seraphinas spirit and take on the sacred role of guarding the librarys mysteries. This revelation sparks Lunas heart and sets her on an extraordinary adventure that will transform her quiet, familiar world into a journey of courage, discovery, and timeless magic.
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Seitenzahl: 86
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Luna the Library Cat’s Lost Legend
Author: Kelly Johnson
© 2025 Kelly Johnson.
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Author: Kelly Johnson
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This eBook is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Luna’s Cozy Library Life
Chapter 2: The Whispering Pages
Chapter 3: The Hidden Map
Chapter 4: Puzzle of the Starlit Shelf
Chapter 5: Midnight Visitors
Chapter 6: The Secret Garden Door
Chapter 7: Shadows of the Past
Chapter 8: The Heart of the Library
Chapter 9: Luna’s Choice
Chapter 10: The New Guardian
Title: Luna the Library Cat’s Lost Legend
Author: Kelly Johnson
Chapter 1: Luna’s Cozy Library Life
In the heart of the small, sleepy town stood the old library—a grand, tall building crafted from weathered gray stone, its sturdy walls wrapped lovingly in thick ivy that climbed like a living tapestry. The ivy’s emerald leaves brushed against stained-glass windows, which shimmered in the sunlight like scattered jewels, casting colorful patterns onto the polished wooden floors inside. The library was more than just a building; it was a place where time seemed to slow down, and stories whispered from every corner, inviting visitors to step into worlds both near and far.
The air inside was heavy with the comforting scent of aged paper, leather-bound volumes, and polished oak shelves, mingling with a faint hint of lavender from the nearby garden. It was a smell that wrapped around the senses like a soft, familiar blanket, warming the hearts of all who entered. The scent was memory and magic combined—evoking childhood afternoons curled up with a favorite book, rainy days spent wandering through fictional worlds, and the timeless hush of a place where stories waited patiently to be heard. This quiet magic was something only true book lovers and dreamers could truly understand—a sanctuary where the past met the present, and every book held a secret waiting to be discovered. In this place, even the silence had a voice, murmuring tales of old legends, far-off lands, and forgotten dreams.
Sunlight streamed in through stained-glass windows, casting soft rainbows across the floor that shifted with the passing day. Wooden ladders leaned gently against the taller shelves like sleepy sentinels, and plush armchairs were tucked into corners with warm knitted blankets draped over their backs, inviting visitors to linger a little longer. Tiny potted plants thrived along windowsills, their green leaves reaching toward the light, as if trying to peek into the pages of books left open nearby. Occasionally, the whisper of a turning page or the distant creak of a wooden floorboard would break the quiet—a gentle reminder that the library was alive, not only with books, but with hearts and minds stirred by wonder.
At the heart of this enchanted place was Luna, the library’s beloved tabby cat. Her fur was a beautiful patchwork of warm cinnamon and creamy beige, with stripes that curled and twisted like delicate brushstrokes painted by an artist with a particularly loving hand. Her tail swayed like a plume behind her, and her long whiskers twitched endlessly, always curious, always alert to the smallest sound or movement. But it was her eyes that captured everyone’s attention—large, bright green orbs that gleamed like polished emeralds, reflecting the soft light and the countless stories held within the library walls. There was something ancient in her gaze, something knowing—as if she had read every book in the building and carried the weight of their wisdom within her soul.
Every morning, as the first golden light of dawn slipped gently through the towering windows, Luna would wake from her slumber with a slow, luxurious stretch of her paws and a graceful arch of her back. She often slept curled up on a velvet cushion near the fireplace or in the round basket on the librarian’s desk, nestled among scattered bookmarks and half-finished cups of tea. A soft, contented yawn escaped her lips, and then she would begin her daily rounds—an unhurried prowl through the endless aisles of books, where she knew every nook and cranny like the back of her paw.
She loved to weave between the tall shelves, her soft steps barely making a sound on the smooth wooden floor, stopping now and then to brush against a particularly interesting spine or watch dust motes dance in the sunlight like tiny fairies. She would leap onto tables where children sat drawing pictures of dragons or whispering secrets to one another, always patient and never startled by the clumsy affection of small hands. Older patrons would sometimes pause mid-sentence to give her a knowing nod or a scratch behind the ears, as though she were a fellow scholar or an old friend.
Luna visited every corner of the library, from the quiet reading loft with its domed ceiling painted with stars, to the lower level where ancient books slept behind glass cases and waited for special occasions to be opened. She often paused near the back door that led to the garden, gazing out at the lavender bushes and the ivy-covered trellis with a kind of wistful longing, as if the breeze carried stories she longed to chase but had promised not to. Sometimes she perched on the windowsill above the main entrance, watching the world go by outside while her tail flicked in thoughtful rhythm. Other times, she would curl up in the sunbeam that hit the tiled mosaic in the main hall, purring softly as children stepped around her like she was part of the furniture—respected, beloved, essential.
To Luna, the library was more than just a home. It was a living, breathing world full of voices and echoes, a magical realm where imagination stretched like the spines of books along the shelves. And she, the quiet guardian of this world, was its most loyal keeper—not just of stories, but of the wonder they inspired.
Her very favorite spot was the cozy reading nook nestled beside the crackling fireplace. Here, a large, well-worn armchair beckoned visitors to sink deep into its cushions, and a plush blanket draped over the armrest invited warmth and comfort. It was here that Luna often settled, curling up into a perfect ball of softness, her tail wrapping protectively around her body. As the gentle flames flickered and cast a golden glow across the room, Luna purred softly, her eyes half-closed in bliss. Around her, the library patrons came and went—some flipping pages quietly, others reading aloud in hushed voices, sharing secrets and dreams beneath the watchful gaze of the ancient books.
Sometimes, children would gather near the nook, their faces alight with wonder as they listened to stories read by their parents or teachers, and Luna would weave between their legs, adding a touch of feline magic to the scene. Older visitors would pause to stroke her soft fur or whisper a quiet hello, finding comfort in her calm presence. To Luna, this was home—a place where every book held a promise, every visitor was a friend, and the magic of stories lived on forever.
But Luna was no ordinary cat. She was clever and curious, and she had a habit of slipping away from the warm, familiar places to investigate the quietest corners of the library. She loved the smell of old leather bindings and the crackle of turning pages. She knew the maze of shelves like the back of her paw, and she had watched generations of readers come and go.
Lately, though, something had changed.
There was a whisper in the air — not a sound, but a feeling. A gentle shiver of mystery that tickled Luna’s whiskers and made her ears twitch. Sometimes, when the library was empty and bathed in the soft glow of twilight, Luna would hear a faint rustling — like the turning of pages, but without any hands to turn them. Or she would catch a glimpse of shadows moving between the shelves, quick and silent.
One rainy afternoon, as soft silver droplets tapped a gentle rhythm against the tall, arched windows of the old library, Luna felt a restless stirring in her curious heart. The usual hum of visitors had quieted, and the steady patter of rain outside wrapped the library in a cozy, hushed embrace. The scent of damp earth mixed with the familiar aroma of aged paper, creating an atmosphere thick with mystery and possibility.
Drawn by an inexplicable pull, Luna padded quietly deeper and deeper into the oldest wing of the library—an area seldom visited by most readers. Here, the air was cooler, and the dim light filtered through dusty panes, casting long shadows that flickered like ghosts along the towering shelves. The books in this wing were older than time itself—or so it seemed—their leather covers cracked and softened by centuries of careful handling, their yellowed pages whispering secrets of forgotten eras. Dust lay thick on every surface, a delicate blanket muffling the quiet footsteps of any rare wanderers.
Luna’s paws made not a sound as she glided across the worn wooden floor, her nose twitching as she breathed in the rich, ancient smells of ink, parchment, and the faintest hint of something else—something magical. The silence around her was profound, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder and the steady drip of rainwater from the eaves outside. Yet inside this quiet, Luna sensed a stirring, as if the very air around her was alive with waiting stories.
Pausing beneath a towering shelf packed tight with dusty volumes bound in cracked, dark leather, Luna’s emerald eyes caught a subtle shimmer. A faint breeze whispered through the aisle, unexpected and mysterious, for the windows were firmly shut against the storm. She felt the hairs on her neck prickle with anticipation. Then she saw it—a single loose page, fragile and yellowed with age, fluttering out from one of the ancient tomes as if beckoning her closer.
Her heart beat faster—not from fear, but from the thrill of discovery. Could this be the sign she had longed for? Was there a secret hidden deep within the library’s shadowed corners, a story waiting just for her, the clever tabby who knew every nook and cranny of this place? The thought made her whiskers quiver with excitement.
