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:

He thanked her and focused on arranging the books properly; the last thing he wanted was for the father to tell his mother that the books were poorly organized, which would lead to sermons he couldn't bear. The books he was organizing had titles in Roman and Greek. They dated back to ancient centuries, their covers were faded and old, and so were their illustrations. Most of them were about Christianity, some about sects related to it or sects against it. He just wanted to finish quickly. He crouched down to pick up another pair of books when the cover of one of the books, which was in a large pile, caught his attention. He took it in his hands, removing the dust. Out of all the books he had

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.

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.

"Or this vast library might have a few other books on the same topic." "These are the only books on this particular topic, my Queen." He shook his head in disappointment, clearly not catching the double meaning of our conversation. "They were original books with no copies, all more than three thousand years old. They were handwritten and invaluable." What kind of books did Leikos want? I walked over and tilted a few of them up. History of Fayes. The Faye Kingdom. The Power of Fayes. What the fuck? "Tell Lord Leikos the library did not have the books that he wanted," I told him. "I do not want him to fire you from your job. Or worse, punish you for your clumsy slave's mistake."

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