Novel & Cerita Lesbian Historical Fiction

Each suite told a story of the monarch who had inhabited it—from the austere minimalism of King Marcus III to the lavish opulence of Queen Elara the Magnificent. "This was my great-grandmother's room," I said, opening a door to reveal a space that seemed frozen in time. Delicate furnishings in pale blue and silver, bookshelves filled with leather-bound volumes, a writing desk positioned to capture the best light through tall windows. "She was a scholar before she was a queen. Wrote twelve volumes on Lycan history and ancient magic that are still considered definitive texts." Lola moved through the space with reverent steps, pausing to examine the titles on the bookshelves, the delicate silve

Women passing history hand to hand while men with crowns and claws thought power only lived in thrones. My throat tightened. “Tell me the human version,” I said. Althea’s eyes sharpened. “Of Amara?” “Yes.” Cassian went still. The Queen’s Guard outside did too. Even the horses seemed to quiet. Althea looked toward the carved wall. “In wolf histories, Amara was the human queen who loved a Lycan king, married into power, and died to preserve his kingdom.” Her lip curled again. “Pretty. Convenient. Wrong.”

No girls who play baseball ever complained about having to wear tight pants, but I couldn't help feeling a bit self-conscious. "You always look like you're thinking," Charlotte said, causing me to turn my head to her. The laptop screen cast a glow on her face. My heart lurched forward when she didn't look away. Her eyes seemed like they couldn't decide between green or blue. If I leaned another inch forward, not only our thighs were met but our lips too. It began to feel as if there was a magnetic pull coming from her. But suddenly I heard Stefanie's big voice as she barged into the room.

"Inside this chamber, there is another demon called Dincubus, Dincubus is a demon female lover who approaches males in their dreams to have sex. Some countries call them spirit wife. It comes to the demon and profess her love for you then she will begin to touch your genitals and it's feels real, after that, she will have sex with you. Once she comes once, she stays forever, her purpose is to render every man she comes in contact with useless. It takes a strong priest for that man to be delivered from her claws. Look Ryan, there are so many demons in here, we live in this mountains and if I should go on by mentioning their names and the work they are assigned to do, we will spread more than

I put down my ponytail hair and continued, “Hmmm, maybe you are right, I was a little bit influenced by Bryan, you know, I finished all the books he brought to me, those great myths, wolf history, poems, Oh! And a few romance novels. “ ”Stop your great speech and go to the shower.” Levi walked toward the door, and I hurried to follow. “Come on, Levi, it is not wrong with books. You are a knight for me, aren’t you? Besides, Mother won’t choose me for the next queen, right?” I spoke casually, but he suddenly stopped and turned to ask me, “How did you know?” His tone was a bit strict. “Everyone knows, Kate almost done all the paperwork for Mother these three months. She already took the respon

"What do the histories say about her?" He thought for a moment. "Not enough. Most records from that period are fragmentary. She appears briefly in the Lycan historical texts, described as the last queen of the original packs before the bloodline fractured into the modern Lycan and Werewolf split." He paused. "She's not portrayed heroically in most accounts." "Because she locked the door." "Because she chose containment over power. In Lycan historical tradition, that has never been the celebrated choice." His voice was neutral on it. Not agreeing, not dismissing. "She sealed something her people considered their birthright and died without explaining her full reasoning."

That was not nothing. That was, she thought, quite a lot. ✦ ✦ ✦ She spent the morning in the library. Genuinely this time — not sitting with a book as cover while she thought about something else, but reading with the focused attention of someone who needed information and had found a source. The ancient account of the early Lycan kingdoms, five hundred years old and dense as iron. A genealogical text covering the major bloodlines of the northern territories with academic precision. A small, battered volume on the history of the Moon Covenant that she had found miscategorized in a shelf of military histories as if someone had shelved it there in a hurry.

In chaste bands, the matrons of Elysium honored their new queen with songs before the newlywed goddesses went to their secluded room. Through the open windows, the breeze from the five rivers carried the sound of hissing waves dashed against the thirsty black shore. Inside the chamber, a bronze brazier burned away with its brilliant flames. The flower-scented space was finely lit like a dream. Their marriage bed was neatly made for them with red petals of roses laid beautifully. With genial and kindly fashion, Hades induced her young wife to sit on a soft cushioned seat beside herself.

Then a book caught her eye. It was sitting on a low shelf, its cover worn but still readable. She pulled it down and looked at the title. It was a history of lycan queens and their stories. She opened it and started to read. The pages told the story of a lycan queen from centuries ago. A queen who had been married to a lycan king. A queen who had suffered terribly in her marriage. The story was similar to Iris's own. So similar that it made her hands shake as she read.

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.