Ancient Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

She asked as she walked around the room. “What?” I asked in disbelief, clearly not seeing how the story of Troy got thrown into this. “The prince steals the most beautiful woman in the world and causes one of the greatest battles in Greek history,” she said. “Are we here to talk about ancient history?” I asked irritatedly. “Or has your brain lost its way? I can help with that, you know?” I told her. “By cutting off your head.” She scoffed. “Relax wolfie,” she said cheekily which only infuriated me more. “Let me explain.”

What I hadn't expected was for him to try to bury me with work all of a sudden to get me off his tail. "This contains the history of our kind from the first king to the third. We went through a period when we had no monarch," the Royal Historian said, picking up a book. "This book covers the history of wolves in the days when we didn't have a stable rulership." The book she produced next was the biggest I ever saw in my life. "Am I really to read all these?" I asked, rubbing my neck. I knew there would be work to be done but these books would take months to read.

This was it; she was going to use this dangerous creature birthed through the use of ancient dark magic to lay waste the great kingdom of Akozo, where she was once married to a king. The king of Dodo, King Magu was not happy after his daughter returned with tears in her eyes. He was not going to take it from Akiza; if he was not going to love his daughter he should step away from her like a man, but to bring tears to her eyes, that the king wasn't prepared to take. He rose and held his daughter who was sobbing and spoke to her in whispers, "You said he shouted at you? Has he not been told that despite his mother's wealth, influence and power I'm still the most powerful person in Dodo. I am K

ancient, the pages brownish. "Go ahead, I'll just sit here doing nothing," Axel said, and I almost felt bad for him; he seemed already bored, and I hadn't even started. My hands trailed down the line of ancient history books, and then there was a book that caught my attention; it seemed more recent than the other books. I picked it out of the shelf; there was another book behind it; I took that out too. The book had been titled 'Barbara's Fantasies'.

She took another sip of wine, using the moment to collect herself. "And you?" she asked. "What does the formidable Lycan King do when he's not ruling a kingdom?" "Sleep," I echoed her earlier response, gratified when it earned me another small smile. "But truthfully? I read. History, primarily." "Any particular period?" "The Migration Era fascinates me. When our kinds first established territories and governance structures." I leaned slightly closer, lowering my voice. "The historical accounts are woefully incomplete. Most official texts suggest a natural separation of species, but primary sources tell a different story."

She was the pulse of conflict and the hush that follows victory, equally at home amid clashing blades or the soft bloom of reconciliation. Majii, the Ancient of Magic, scattered shards of wonder across the realm. In her gentle smile mystery was born, inventions of healing, miracles of alchemy, and the quiet enchantments that made mornings glow with possibility. Through her gift, scholars discovered new sciences and mages learned spells that danced like fireflies on a midsummer night.

This book does try to stay as truthful to the time period as possible and the legends and folk tales of the places it tackles, however, some historical anachronisms may happen, and sometimes I will favour fiction over historical accuracy. The first story is complete and ready for you to enjoy.

He looked about the sitting room, then back to his cane. “Well, go on, I know I want to hear the story, go on tell us.” Dr. MacCleary piped up sitting up from the brown sofa. “Alright, well, my twenty-fifth great grandfather, Sir Leofric Finnan Hawthorne, was a mighty warrior, having fought in the Saintonge War in France and the first Baron’s War, he was awarded a knighthood by King Henry the Third of England.” He paused smiling, leaning on the antique cane. “Just as he was knighted the second Baron’s War approached. It was then Prince Edward, was taken hostage, and Sir Leofric was the one that helped free him. The young Prince was out hunting and Leofric rescued him at the behest of King He

The air was heavy with the scent of parchment and dust, the large shelves stretching high up to the ceilings, stacked with books too old to even remember their authors. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books, scanning the titles. Ancient Clan Wars. The First Kingdoms. Blood and Silver: The History of Alpha Dynasties. None of these were what I needed. I sighed, moving deeper into the archives. There had to be something here. I spent hours flipping through books, scanning old texts, piecing together fragments of history that barely made sense. Just when I was about to give up, my fingers brushed against a large, worn-out book hidden behind several others.