Historical Fiction William The Conqueror Novels & Stories

Kane said in a deep voice, “They would have disappeared anyway, intermingling with humans was the only choice of survival” “The source of William the conqueror is a topic of intense debate. Humans believe it was sheer machismo and celebrate him as Saint Luso” said Sayan. Indrani nodded, “some believe it was the wand of Sturgis that gave Willian the Conquerer power over the Aliens and the dwarfs.” They sat in silence for a minute in which Sayan and Indrani snuggled closer and Kane fidgeted with a copy of the Canneti Dwan.

"You and Valentine... you’re special, because of your mother, Matilda." Chloe’s eyes widen at the mention of her mother, the name rarely spoken in this house. "What about her? You’ve almost never mentioned that name since we were children… at least, not in the way you just did." Dr. Percy sighs, the words catching in his throat. "Matilda wasn’t just any vampyre. She was the daughter of William the Conqueror, the first of his kind—an Original Vampire, the Night King… You see, centuries ago, during the Norman Conquest of 1066, I was a soldier, fighting for a cause that I no longer remember. I was mortally wounded on the battlefield, left to die among the fallen. But fate had other plans for me

“So, why aren’t we heading into the city?” Nia rises to her full height, her hands are on her hips, she gives Kiara an incredulous look. “He is an Emperor, one that has just come back from a victorious campaign, conquering more than three kingdoms. He will not ride into his own city at the dead of night like a thief. He will ride into his city with the rising sun to be welcomed by his people like the ruler he is. And then there’s you. The people have to meet their Conqueror’s wife, after all” Kiara looks down at the ground. Was she to be known as the Conqueror’s wife from now on? She doesn’t say anything but watches Nia prepare the tent she realizes is hers, with the help of soldiers.

spat Baden. “How many more examples do you want?” said Annie, careful to keep her voice calm and her temper in check. “Look at the Reivers,” she continued, “Human history talks of them extensively but makes no mention of them being wolves at all, it’s the same for the pack I was born into, they came here with William the Conqueror, fought for him and were rewarded for their service with land. Their names are all there in the documents, but they are written as humans, not wolves.” “You’re not falling for this bullshit are you?” said Baden to Sillicoe incredulous. “We came here to get our relics back and now you’re siding with them.”

Bizarre. Though no more bizarre, when he thought about it, than the concept of a whole nation sending men across the sea to fight one entitled man and all he represented. These days it was Sir Charles de Mornay and all because he had impressed the Frankish monarch’s foreign queen who was old enough to be his mother.

the tour guide said, his voice a low hum beside me, "William the Conqueror. Right here. Building this. Making everyone look up and tremble before it." The tour guide, a stout man with a booming voice carried on. "Almost a thousand years, folks! A thousand years of stories, of power, of…well, a bit of the macabre." He grinned, a flash of white teeth against his ruddy complexion. "When William built this, you can bet Londoners weren't exactly throwing a welcome party. More like hiding in their boots."