Booktok Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

His mouth formed an ‘O’ as he processed the information. “But it’s nothing like holding a book in your hand and getting lost in an adventure or romance novel.” I joked. “Oh, I have a few books if you want to pick some out and take them with you. For the journey.” “Really? That would be great!” I clapped my hands together in excitement about what new tales I could delve into. I ended up picking out three books. One was about a treasure hunt, the second was a collection of romance stories from around the realm based on Alpha’s finding their mates, and the third was based on historical figures and their relationships to their gods.

After the long lecture from Elara, I decided to read more about it since she couldn't cover it all today. Different books were arranged neatly on the shelf. Territory treaties _ document_ business _ business _ ahhh history. The Origins of the Moon Blessed. Bloodlines and Bonds: A History of Mates. The Rise of the Alpha Kings. Curiosity tugged at me, and before I could talk myself out of it, I pulled the first book free, settling it into the crook of my arm before grabbing a second. The stack was getting precarious when I heard a deep, familiar chuckle from behind me.

Ona is searching her shelves for a book of stories, her hands moving rapidly as she scans the spines, and checks to see if any books are hidden inside of other books. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you!” Ona gasps, exasperated. “Okay, where is it now…where did that blasted book go?” Eventually, her fingers find a small, pink book. “Ah, here it is.” “The Story of Carnelia the Great,” I shrug, “What of it? I can assure you I’ve read it a dozen times and I haven’t seen anything remotely connected to our situation.” “This,” she holds the little pink book aloft, “Is the key to everything. It’s not just a fairy tale, it's a history book.”

She reached for a piece immediately—and hissed when it burned her fingers. “Careful. It’s hot.” I picked it up, blowing on it, cooling it down without thinking—like you would for a kid. “I do,” she said, and when I looked up, she was blushing. “I really do. I used to have a lot of books… but they’re all back at my parents’ house.” “I see. Then mine might seem boring. Most girls your age go for romance novels, and I don’t have many of those.” “You do have some amazing historical ones,” she said quickly. “I even saw a couple of my favorites.”

I close the book when I reach the part where he goes down on her in public, knowing there are multiple guards around. Fucking hell, what kind of life did people think she led? I go back to the bookshelves in my office, picking out of the first that catches my eyes. It is still about her, the more historically accurate one. Not the real one but at least it doesn’t have ten pages describing how thoroughly satisfied and satiated she is. This covers more of her early life, how they got that information is beyond me because I doubted she’d told anyone the story. It is still a good read but not good enough a distraction for me.

The mirror reflects a stranger—calm, poised, dangerous. That’s it, my wolf whispers. He believes it. I pull open the drawer where I’ve keep the books Camille has given me to read and hand hand the ones I’ve finished back to him. “When you have time, I’d really love some new history books,” I say demurely. “Your finished with them already?” He looks through the stack of books. “Are you sure you don’t want more romances?” “I prefer history. There is nothing more fascinating then the past.”

She had already found many things were different in comparison to the history books she had read before and knew something was off but didn’t really pay mind to it. She was mostly curious of how different this history book was in comparison to the other history books she had read before. As she read she discovered more and more differences in comparison to the other history books she read. Where in other history books there was missing information that seemed removed this book had it all and she got more and curious.

It was a history book; The History of Akira Pack, she rolled her eyes at how obvious the title was, and she was about to get comfy and dive into the book, then she recalled Gwen’s words and her eyes narrowed. Gwen talked about A book, not the books. Her eyes darted back to the pile of books, and she scooped them up and dumped on the bed, then began going through them. 7 out of the 8 books had very generic titles and looked to be recently written and published, but one of the books that was buried in the middle of the pile; that caught Kiara’s attention and she grabbed it. The Forgotten History by Alpha Kratos, undoubtedly one of the older Alphas that ruled the pack once, the book looked to b

Maybe it was just a desperate attempt to feel useful. When I finished, I drIfted to the bookshelf near the fireplace. I scanned the tItles slowly, looking for somethIng light. Anything without mates, romance, or fated connections. The irony wasn’t lost on me, I was trapped in a twisted version of one of those stories. Only in mine, there was no love. No happy ending. Just guilt, betrayal, and aching confusion. I chose a hIstorical novel and curled up by the window. The cardIgan and fuzzy socks I wore kept the cold at bay, at least physically. But my thoughts wouldn’t quiet.

There were entries made at different times, as if someone had meticulously detailed whatever had been happening at that moment in time. As Eric had said, many stories were woven together. I often stopped to question Eric on the authenticity of what I was reading. He confirmed my thoughts. These were truly historic books that had been kept within the royal family for centuries. I scanned through some parts of the stories, until I stumbled onto something interesting. “Eric?” I asked. “Yes, sweetheart?” he asked looking over to me. “What does this mean?” I asked, pushing the book towards him. He scanned the contents before he looked up at me. “Holy shit!”.