Historical Books Novels & Stories

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.

he whispered. "...because blood remembers." Lucien smiled for the first time since entering the library. "Now you're asking the right questions." Adrian barely heard him. His attention had shifted to another shelf. Hundreds of journals stood in perfect order. Each spine carried nothing except a year. 1348. 1349. 1350. 1351. 1352. 1353 Years that historians associated with plague, war, conquest, or catastrophe. He pulled one volume halfway from the shelf. "Why these years?" Elias didn't stop him.