Booktok Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

The room was dusty, cluttered with boxes and furniture, and the detritus of a lifetime. In the corner, on a wooden trunk, sat a stack of leather-bound books. She opened the first one. January 15, 1985. I met a woman today. Her name is Margaret. She's beautiful, intelligent, and completely unafraid of me. I think I'm in love. Isabella read on through the courtship, the marriage, and the birth of her mother. Through Alexander's rise to power, his crimes, and his regrets. Through the years of secrets and lies and the slow destruction of his own soul.

For the first time in what felt like forever, the knot in my chest loosened completely. I pulled down a thick historical romance with a brooding duke on the cover, it was exactly the kind Mirabel would tease me about, and sank into one of the leather armchairs. The cushions hugged me perfectly. I kicked off my slippers, tucked my legs beneath me, and opened the book to the first page. The words pulled me in immediately. Rich descriptions, sharp dialogue, the slow burn of forbidden attraction between the heroine and the man who was supposed to be off-limits. I lost track of time, turning pages steadily, the outside world fading until there was only the story unfolding in my hands.

The Alpha has it. The first book had left its readers including me in a cliffhanger. I had always wanted to know what happened next on the journey of the main character. Actually it was not really about the world’s history, but it is just about the character travelling to different places in different times, discovering treasures, witnessing wars, anything that happened significantly on the year he had travelled on. And though it is a fictional story, it still has a touch of true world history in it, depending on where the character went and what time.

“One out of three.” Fuck. I let my eyes skim over the first page and go through the basic introduction to the content of the book. My love for anything on paper kicks in soon enough and I let myself get drawn into the pages. The book provides information starting from the beginning of a certain year and goes on detailing the events that took place in that year and the next ten before beginning the next chapter. I read of powerless Kings and magical queens. Political upheavals and the line of Ashryn the Great.

Which meant that there was definitely something very wrong with me. *** Servants brought me breakfast-slash-dinner moments after I entered my chamber. Since my eventful morning consumed pretty much all of my energy, I decided to stay inside and read some of the books I had stored on the massive bookshelf. At first, I was searching for a light romance novel, but I somehow ended up reading "History of the Dark Realm." The first few chapters described mostly things I already knew from Amanda and Ash, but then I learned more important basic information.

That woman and so many others seemed upset because I didn’t know anything, but maybe if I learned something, they would be less upset. Either way, I was curious. Why are you white wolves? Was my first question. As I kept reading, I came up with more questions, but none of what the book was saying made any sense to me. It sounded like a fairytale instead of a history book. I didn’t remember much from school, but I remembered that there were dates and places all over the place, but here were none in this book. Why aren’t there any dates in the history book? I opened my door and walked out to the dining area where Tony, Matt, and I would usually eat. I sat there as it was about lunchtime and wa

She took Ivy's favorite storybook, The Sleeping Beauty, from her hands and placed it on the table beside the bed, thinking her obsession with fairy tales was a little irrational. In the real world, neither fairy godmothers nor prince charming exist. Emma didn't believe in them anymore. Couldn't do so. Not after the only man she believed truly understood her ended up destroying her. Emma's heart was heavy as she turned to leave Ivy's room. No matter how much she wanted to be hopeful, the reality of things was just too heartbreaking. Love was confined to the pages of books only; it did not exist. No longer for her. It's amusing how the girl who used to believe in fairytales and love had lost f

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.

I say it appreciatively, and he only grunts in response before walking away. I go into the mystical creatures island, and I stare at the amount of books on the shelves. How the hell am I supposed to pick just one out of all of this? A particular hardcover catches my attention. It appears ancient, yet it’s lilac, exactly the same color as my eyes. I take it off the shelf and grin when I see its title. THE HISTORY OF OMEGAS: HOW THE DIVINE BEINGS CAME TO BE. Yes! This is it! This is the book!

"But that is the purpose of it. Books are designed to give you a wide sense of imagination. They were created so all of us can see beyond the physical world. I am not a good reader but I still can't stop myself from reading a lot of books about keeping calmness in my heart. If you ask me why I read those kinds of books, I will give you a lot of answers you would be pleased to hear." "I wish that was easy to actually do. I am more of a fan of historical books. I like reading about the dark ages and how medieval men lived their lives when the Catholic Church was killing millions of innocent people in the name of God." "So, you do read a lot?" The woman cut me quickly. "I didn't say I read a lo