Historical Graphic Novels & Stories

“What are you interested in? I have historical pieces. I have nude pieces. Religious stuff. I also have some collector’s pieces created during the Renaissance.” “Nude pieces?” he asked. “Portraits of naked men and women. They tend to be a favorite of most of my clients.” “I’m in my study to work, not be distracted.” “Alright, then let’s look at the historical pieces.” Our galleries were separated into sections, the lighting different to match the moods of the artwork. I showed him the displays of the Greek ships as they sailed on Troy, Alexander the Great in the battle of Persia, Mussolini minutes before he was executed.

he commented a stern look on his face. "Xavier that is no way to speak to a lady," "I apologize but I thought women were all for honesty," "Not when it's criticism," I replied and he chuckled moving closer to me. "We're getting you a new car tomorrow during lunch," "Xavier, I don't want to give up on Francine we have been through so much, she actually a gift from my grandfather," I said frowning slightly as memories crossed my mind, wishing he wall still alive. Xavier kissed my forehead saying a small sorry since I had told him the story of me losing my grandfather.

And in the center of it all stood Xavier, silver fur stained crimson, howling his grief to an uncaring sky. "This was the Unity War," the ancient wolf said. "The conflict that had to happen for Xavier to prove his strength. Three years of fighting. Tens of thousands dead. All because the packs couldn't agree on a leader until Xavier forced them to agree." "No," I breathed. "Xavier would never—" "Wouldn't he?" The ancient wolf turned those galaxy eyes on me. "If it meant saving the wolves from extinction? If it meant preventing something even worse? Yes, Thelma. He would. And in this future, he did."