Historical Books Novels & Stories

said the Librarian as he approached Rubia “Good morning… I want to have a look at the Empire’s History books.” “Very well… Please follow me.” The librarian takes Rubia to one of the last rows of the library. * “These are the books… May I suggest a book that may amuse you, your highness…?” “Go ahead.” “This book covers the Empire’s past as a whole except for the Current Emperors past.” “I’ll go with this then.” Said Rubia as she took the book from the Librarian

“Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t want to have to go through all of this when I should be trying on tuxes.” I just shake my head, laughing as I arrange the books on the shelves so we could have a better look at their titles. “Well don’t have to go through them all just today. It would be nice just to get started.” August doesn’t say anything again, but I know what his state of mind is when he starts to hum while poring through the titles. “All of these are mostly about history. I guess we’re looking for a book that would hopefully explain the Houses in Terra Lycaon?”

I approached slowly, the heels of my boots clicking softly on the polished floor. Drawn like a moth to a flame, I skimmed my fingers across the titles etched on the spines. Tales of kings. Wars. Bloodlines. My gaze caught on a thick, weathered book left open on the desk. Its title was simple: Pack Histories and Blood Betrayals. A cold shiver rippled through me. I leaned over, my shadow swallowing the page, and began to read. At first, it was the usual: chronicles of battles, treaties, ascensions. But then, a word snared me, rooted me in place:

Wow. I was drooling. It wasn't just a room with books. It was a sanctuary. Floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with hardcovers, a rolling ladder, a massive fireplace that looked like it hadn't been used in decades. The scent of old paper and leather hit me, comforting and familiar. I ran my finger along the spines. ‘The Art of War’, ‘Sun Tzu’. ‘Histories of the Roman Empire’. Biographies of kings and conquerors. Heavy stuff. Interspersed with them were fiction classics. Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Dumas.

Zara calls, and I see they've already walked into the room, so I hurry up to meet them as we stop in front of a shelf. "This row," Jana says and gestures to the row at my eye level, "is filled with history books about this kingdom, how it all started, our rulers from the first to the last, our wars, festivals, rules, everything you need to know about this kingdom is arranged here in alphabetical order." "Wow," I say as I look through the books with my eyes, my fingers already itching to pick one already and flip through pages. It's been so long since I found interest in something, it's been so long since something gave me hope.

Closing my computer down, I move around my desk to the table I use for meeting with Pack members. I slowly open the history book and simply inhale the smell of ancient history. That kind of book that tells a story with how many times it has been opened over the years by someone like me, searching for answers that might help us today. It is funny how we always seem to circle back to learn from historical events. I simply hoped that learning would extend to me.

There were only the desk, the couch, and the bookshelf with only three colors, which were black, white, and gray. Nearly half of the books on the row of the bookshelf were Yostrainian, while the remaining half were almost professional books. There were a few other books occasionally interspersed in between, and they were like the Four Great Classical Novels and the Twenty-Four Histories. There was not even a novel for entertainment.

I must do my objective here first. at last, now here in the History section. unlike the books from other shelves who has the same way of oldness in them, the books in the History section has different stages of being old. some are really worn out and some where just fairly new. grabbing a random book, I skimmed through the pages, wanting to know what era or year this was written, or what year did the content of the book happened. but the book only talked about the happenings of the coronation of the King Youseff Troy Von Travensky and Queen Violetta Suzette Perues. grabbing another book, i skimmed again but it was not the one i was looking for, ‘Maybe i should go for the newer ones.’

The kind of noting that did not feel like noting at the time and revealed itself later as a catalogue when you went looking, which I had not gone looking but was apparently looking now, standing on the pavement outside Fielding's on a Tuesday in March. History. She read history. Not the popular kind, not the narrative history of television documentaries and airport bookshops, though I did not think she was opposed to those on principle. The specific kind. Social history. The history of ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances. A book about the women who ran businesses in medieval England whose husbands were at war. A book about the domestic interior life of sixteenth century Antwerp. T

"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 qu