Historical Fiction Books Novels & Stories

The Alpha has it. The first book had left its readers including me in a cliffhanger. I had always wanted to know what happened next on the journey of the main character. Actually it was not really about the world’s history, but it is just about the character travelling to different places in different times, discovering treasures, witnessing wars, anything that happened significantly on the year he had travelled on. And though it is a fictional story, it still has a touch of true world history in it, depending on where the character went and what time.

Then I moved away from the window, and turned to look at the books which all looked amusing. I reached out to the bottom of the shelf and removed a book from it. Then I dusted it off, and sneezed as the dust got into my nostrils. These books must have been here for a long time, and that means it’s all about history. Hmm! Things are about to get interesting. “Story of the Rainbow?” I scoffed and bit my lips, then opened the book. I flipped through the pages, awed by the writings and the pictures which were inside.

There were entries made at different times, as if someone had meticulously detailed whatever had been happening at that moment in time. As Eric had said, many stories were woven together. I often stopped to question Eric on the authenticity of what I was reading. He confirmed my thoughts. These were truly historic books that had been kept within the royal family for centuries. I scanned through some parts of the stories, until I stumbled onto something interesting. “Eric?” I asked. “Yes, sweetheart?” he asked looking over to me. “What does this mean?” I asked, pushing the book towards him. He scanned the contents before he looked up at me. “Holy shit!”.

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:

offered up Tilly, helpfully. “Mmm Nova’s not sure she can put it into words” my cheeky mate says. Her eyes are sparkling with delight and mischievousness. “but that was intense. I could 100% pass a history class right now. Or teach one. Where did those books come from?” Lionidis explained the books to Nova. “Well thank you for introducing me to them” she said chuckling. “Can I just says as someone whose read a lot of history books, if these are the ‘more realistic ones’ then we are teaching some lies in schools”

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.’

Not knowing what to do within the four walls, sitting under the tutelage of two friends, she spent time reading books. The library is large and caters for every taste, from historical novels to mysticism, 20th century literature and Sherlock Holmes antiquarian collections, the first as far back as 1902. But no matter how much I liked to dive into the worlds of the authors, I was haunted by a thick layer of dust on the shelves and books. I decided to do something useful and clean these treasures from years of dirt.

“But immediately you feel better, I’m taking you down here. What kind of books do you like? Fiction, non-fiction or historical?” “Any really, but mostly historical.” I replied in a more cherry voice. Her excitement is starting to rub off on me. “Ooohh, which books have you read? I bet you that I know.” “Lycan history mostly.” Her smile broadened. “I have just what you would love.”

People just exaggerate about the existence of these creatures until now, which would be just ridiculous if I were to be asked. I scanned through more books. Though I'm not an avid reader, seeing all these books in front of me, I couldn't help but want to read them all. They all seemed to hold some kind of history that I just feel interested in. This is a first for me, though because I prefer reading about celebrities rather than reading about some fairy tales and history which are not proven to be true. I was so immersed, going through the books, that I did not notice when someone stood behind me.

be. “What are you reading?” I asked, my gaze drifting to the book she’d set aside. She glanced at it, her fingers brushing over the cover before she answered. “It’s just a novel about a historical figure, nothing too exciting.” I leaned in a bit, intrigued despite myself. “You like history?” She chuckled softly. “I suppose I do. It’s just that... I find it fascinating how much we can learn from the past. There are so many lessons hidden in the stories of those who came before us.”