Historia Novels & Stories

'Noor ab tum hi batao' (Noor, you tell us) 'huh' she averted her eyes from him and looked at Amar and Hira who already were looking at her. 'Shah Jahan ne Taj Mahel 1625 mai banwa-' Ammar was cut off by Hira who quickly asked. 'Shah jahan ne 1935 mai banwaya tha na taj mahel?' wow what a question, she thought. she was busy remembering the correct date as she was very bad at history, she was about to speak when Arman cut in. 'both are incorrect, it was built in 1632, now shut up'. As they were registering his words, baray Abbu cleared his throat, everyone went silent as he did it to gain everyone's attention, then he continued

The nervous energy was almost palpable, buzzing off of her like an invisible force field, a testament to what has come to be not only my best friend, but almost a sister. Our first class was Lycan History, a subject I found myself drawn to for reasons I couldn't share. I took a seat right up front, much to Farrah’s visible dismay. She always made fun of me for taking this particular class seriously, scribbling away in my notebook, filling pages with tons of notes. And I got why it seemed weird to her. There aren’t that many wolves at the Institute. The few who are here tend to be quiet, keeping to themselves, radiating a self-contained intensity. Wolves are notorious for having huge, sprawli

Some of the gods were happy watching their fights creating more and more creatures to add each army. One led by a beautiful queen, her hair and eyes as dark as her powers. Another by a powerful king, long golden hair, matching his eyes and skills. The war was long and bloody. But the king won the right to establish a kingdom here. Ilisterion- named by his name. Celirium- his eternal love, the queen of shadows. They equally loved and hated each other. When the war stopped some of the dark gods got bored and killed the queen after she gave birth to the only heir. Ilisterion begged and cursed.

Althea stood at the mirror admiring the necklace. "This is beautiful." I laughed. "Are you okay now? You gave us a fright." "I'm fine. Have you seen Lily around?" "The doormat? I did see her. She was receiving a scolding though." "That's not nice. Lily is not a doormat she's just fragile." "Whatever you say" I spent the day in the library reading about lycans and werewolves. I just finished reading a book about their history. It wasn't very detailed. I returned the book to the shelf when the doors opened. A blue dress stood with her head bowed.

I asked. "Because," Meridith said, "I spent seventy years serving prophecy, and all it did was make me a monster. Maybe it's time I served people instead. Maybe that's how I earn redemption. Or maybe I'm just curious to see if you can actually pull off the impossible. Either way, you need allies, and we're volunteering." "The enemy of my enemy," Anastasia said with a rough smile. "The Council declared our pack extinct forty years ago because we refused to participate in their political games. If you're fighting them, we're interested."

Donna nodded in agreement before saying, "Yes. All employees too. They must know your history for the past 15 years but in personal cases, such as yours, they will go back further." I set down my coffee and calmly straightened out my blankets to avoid getting angry before I asked, "They?" I looked up at Donna and gave her a warning look before I asked, "Who are they?" Donna looked visibly uncomfortable. She stood up and placed the chair back before she said, "I think I should let Master Bo explain. He knows more about it than I do." She began to walk out of the room before I crossed my arms in frustration. I sat there staring at my food as Donna kept giving me reasons why she had to suddenly