Historical Mystery Books Novels & Stories

“Only because it’s an emergency.” Elmo rubbed his eyes, and blinked away fatigue. As his vision cleared he found himself looking at Lucas’ bookshelf, and his heart sank as he surveyed the spines of books his friend loved so much. There were copies of The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators and The Secret Seven, as well as modern mystery thrillers by authors such as Lee Child and James Patterson. But there were also older novels that Elmo recalled as movies on TCM but had never read. He saw Treasure Island and Ivanhoe, Tom Sawyer and Robinson Crusoe.

He said it before, it was something from the past. How long would it be? A century or more. Why hadn’t he thought about it? He knew it was from the past but he hadn’t given it much thought. He had to find something. He coughed and waved his hands to the sides to remove the cobwebs around him. He squatted, and began searching every crank and canny, he had to find it. His book history has to be there. He searched but couldn’t find it. He was sweating already. He wipes his face with a spare hanky.

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The dice danced across the table, “I have something that may shed some light on our current mystery.” “This is going to be like that time you thought you knew where Atlantis sank, is it?” Grace asked with a face full of doubt. “I never claimed to be right, I just claimed to have a possible lead,” He rolled the dice and a pair of sixes rattled into view, “Let me set the scene it is thirteenth century Prague and Herman the recluse begins work on the codex gigas. Thirty years later he completed it. On the surface, it looks like a variation of the bible as both the old and new testament are contained within the pages.”

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.

It’s the first real smell in the entire place. And books. Hundreds of them. Not decorator books arranged by color. Real books. Worn spines. Dog-eared pages. I run my fingers along the shelves. Financial theory. Biographies of Carnegie and Rockefeller. Philosophy. History. And fiction. I pull out a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. The spine creaks. Pages are yellowed, soft as cloth. I flip through and stop at the margin notes inked in neat, sharp handwriting. "Revenge consumes the avenger," written next to a passage about Edmond Dantès.

The mirror reflects a stranger—calm, poised, dangerous. That’s it, my wolf whispers. He believes it. I pull open the drawer where I’ve keep the books Camille has given me to read and hand hand the ones I’ve finished back to him. “When you have time, I’d really love some new history books,” I say demurely. “Your finished with them already?” He looks through the stack of books. “Are you sure you don’t want more romances?” “I prefer history. There is nothing more fascinating then the past.”

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 space was vast, filled with tall wooden shelves that stretched from wall to wall, every inch lined with books. “Ugh, the library’s never been my favorite place,” Anna muttered, glancing around with slight distaste. Just then, a woman approached them. She looked like she worked there, wearing a name tag and a warm smile. “Good morning, ladies. What brings you here today?” “We’re looking for ancient historical fantasy books,” Rhea explained. “Specifically anything about mystical creatures.” “Oh, we’ve got a few of those tucked away. Not many people are interested in that section anymore,” the woman said, already motioning for them to follow her. “They’re quite old. Some pages might be miss