Historical Fiction Books Amazon 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.

The coffee smelled amazing, and she waited for the stupid pot to finish. “Do you have a book on English history?” A older gentleman asked. “If we have one it will be in the history section, try the far-left side. Three or four sleeves down.” Majesta waved toward the section of the store. The coffee finished and she poured herself a cup and added some sugar. The first sip was to die for, and she moaned into her mug. With that, she went to the register and waited to see what sold for the day. They also took old schoolbooks to be resold. It was a nice way to help out the college students. She heard a thud and looked up to see a rather large bag of books sitting on the counter.