Colonial America Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

Dimensional portals were opened, in addition to fissures, where large numbers of colonizers sailed across the ocean in search of a new home, where navigators and colonizers united among humans and other mystical creatures, with the great navigations, they went towards the Americas, they were of different races, in search of a new place that would unite the races. A little over 495 years ago, several members of an expedition colonized the Americas, when a group went towards the great United States of America, where they founded and colonized the state of Lovecraft County. So, in the middle of the state called land of rains and red sky, that's where they discovered the dimensional cracks, they

the Princess said, trembling now with anger, "then they must be stopped. Our people should not pay the ultimate price so that some human can feel powerful for a moment. It is barbaric." "I agree. Had you heard of such disappearances from other colonies?" "Only from Sunshine Downs. It's near Savannah. They lost a couple several months ago and were wondering if they'd run away up here. They pretty much circled the wagons after that, much like we have. They're the oldest colony in North America, so they have enough power to keep their shields and still check their messages." "I understand. If we need to contact you again, would it be easier for us to come down here then?"

"See you girls later." After zooming past the librarian, Gianna trudged between the massive book-filled shelves with the lingering hints of mustiness until she spotted a capitalized title of interest along Philipstown's history rank; COLDSPRING AS OF THE 1600s. She concentrated her weight on her toes as shortly as she reached the thick volumed book that looked worn out. Gianna comfortably settled in an isolated corner speculating on where to start. The impatient girl, seduced by laziness, decided to randomly flip through the black and white picture graced book when a set of bold letters snatched her scrutiny.

Back when eight nations invaded America together, not only did it cause countless civilian casualties, but many cultural treasures were also looted and then burned. Many of those vicious acts remain unacknowledged to this day. In the past, they would have openly claimed a connection, but now, America is strong, no longer what it once was. America can stand equal to other countries and need not give them any face. The middle-aged man slowly set down the porcelain vase, turned around, and looked at Amelia: "Ms. Cromwell, Mr. Jenkins, welcome to my manor." It was Kellen. "Kellen?" Amelia's eyes were clear, her voice slow: "Did you bring us here to deal with us in secret?"

The centerpiece of the space was an old oak roll-top secretary’s desk, the accordion-type cover pushed up, the desktop littered with papers and Post-It notes and books with Brad’s Toshiba laptop in the middle of it all. “So this is where the magic happens, huh?” Bias said, walking further into the room. “If by ‘magic’ you mean ‘blood, sweat, and tears’, then yes, this is where it all happens.” Wandering over to the desk, Bias picked up one of the books. “Life in Colonial America,” he read. “What are all these books for?” “Research for my Roanoke novel.” “Old school research. You know, you can find a lot of information on the internet these days?”