18th Century Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

“Until the witch hunts of the fifteenth century are moving ever more in a terrifying direction––” "Wait a minute!" she immediately stopped the man, who was about to continue his speech. “They died in the fifteenth century? Then why is this room thick with the atmosphere of the eighteenth century? I thought they died in the eighteenth century!” “Because I don't like anything related to the fifteenth century. And you said you liked Marie Antoinette, admired her life story before the French Revolution killed her. It's a shame the execution of her death, considering she was one of the nicest women I've ever met. So was King Louis XVII."

That, in turn, could, in its own small way, change the course of history. It made her feel the importance of her actions all the more. The past was hers to create again. Taking in her elegant surroundings, Caitlin began to relax a bit, and even to feel a bit encouraged. At least she had landed in a beautiful place, in a beautiful city, and in a beautiful time. This was hardly the stone age, after all, and it was not like she had appeared in the middle of nowhere. Everything around her looked immaculate, and the people were all dressed so nicely, and the cobblestone streets shined in the torchlight. And the one thing she did remember about Paris in the 18th century was that it was a luxurious

The problem with sleep, even after drinking enough alcohol to down a ship, was the dreams I’d had since my eighteenth birthday. This night was no exception. I opened my eyes in a bedroom I’d visited many times. The walls were covered in red brocade with gold embroidery. The huge bed took up the majority of space. The bed’s cover had the opposite pattern from the walls with red on gold. I wouldn’t have decorated any room this way, but I hadn’t lived in the eighteen century or earlier. The bedroom reminded me of one of the historical novels I’d read years before.

Opulent and limned with gold, the curtains blood red and velvet, embroidered with the royal carnation, it looked like something out of eighteenth-century Versailles. Which was precisely the point: when it was built, my long-dead ancestors had attempted to copy the court of Louis XIV, although luckily for them, they’d avoided the later years involving guillotines and rolling heads. Apparently, they hadn’t been creative enough to come up with their interior designs.

Over the past two weeks, Jane had found herself thinking of Lucie Manette as Grace Anderson, and every once in a while she was Darnay, but mostly she was Sydney Carton. "This is an excellent book," Jane finished reading. "It teaches you about the French Revolution, which took place in the seventeen-nineties in the country of France. It is a good book if you like history or violence or exciting suspense. It is a love story, too. All in all, it is an excellent book."

ABOUT THE BOOK A notorious pirate group became popular in their atrocity which they committed in the whole of western world in 16 century, with a grand mission to kidnap the only heir to the throne of England. This story will take us to the memory lane on what happened in the past, in Ireland and Britain, and on the life styles of the people at the time. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

It’s obviously much later than the rest of the house. 'Well spotted, Millicent. Mid-19th century - third duke - wanted to see who was slacking in the outlying fields.' I gasped in disbelief. 'You mean spying on the serfs has a history.' 'Never mind the serfs. Why are you screwing Charles?' 'We didn’t screw.' 'Why not?' 'Nothing to do with you Vera. Absolutely nothing so MYOFB.' 'Sultan, Millicent, Sultan. Now you have to tell me.'

I say. I hope so. I really hope he’s right. I look at the clock on the wall and it says 1:48PM. I open my laptop and I start to read. The book I have to read is actually a historical book based on arts and crafts in the 18th century. It’s not a romance novel, so forgive me if I’m not very excited to read it. I could read 600 pages of a romance or horror novel, but my reading assignments are just not inviting enough.

My bedroom was messed up and I couldn't think straight when everything was trashy around me. Colliding on a comfortable couch, l opened up the book and began reading it. The pages were coming to my hand as the glue wasn't that strong but either way, Bane did a good job fixing it. The writing inside the book were mainly stories, non-fiction, about the horrible events that happened in the eighteenth century. "Is written by someone from the Redwood bloodline," I mumbled as Isreal’s shadow appeared at the corner of my eyes. "Do you know him? Simon don?"

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ….. Note before you read… The next few chapters are written in the Carolingian Renaissance and the Vikings era but don't stick to the fact. You will find a few things that have been added to fit into the story. So if you find anything strange or unusual, then remember the next few chapters are based on historical fantasy fiction books. Do add or check the other book of the author. Revenge on the Mafia lord. .. .. .. YEAR 956 AD. It was a loud night, one where the sounds of crickets chirping could not be heard and the clouds smothered the moon and stars.