Medieval Fiction Novels & Stories

I was gonna need tranquilizers at this rate to get through my senior year of high school. Mr. Hanson passed around his Monday morning jar of topics. We were finished with the fall of Rome and entering the period of the Middle Ages when castles, kings and knights were all the rage and feudalism was the fundamental governing system. It could not be more fitting as, at the moment, I felt like one of the serfs and the new queen overlord had just graced us with her presence.

I gather facts more than a reporter, search more than a detective. I take out my phone and open the browser. The internet is full of information. I am sure I can find one about this mysterious Mr. Fiction; I tell myself as I type on the g****e search bar. I feel the hesitation linger with doubt starts clouding my mind. What if I am not ready to find out about him? What if it is not something I am prepared for?

Jacob ignored him as he strode out of the car, but that was when Raymond spoke audibly from Zachary's phone, "You can calm down. I'm not accusing you of lying to me. I just think that it's not Renaissance… Rather, it's medieval." "E-Early medieval…?" Billy was left baffled, and as he was poor with history, he couldn't help asking, "When, exactly?" "Generally, it's agreed that it extends from the 500s to the 1500s," Raymond replied. "The Renaissance is a period where the medieval period concludes, so there's a huge distinction." Jacob returned to the car right then, withdrawing the one leg that had just started to reach out as he turned toward Zachary in shock, "Wait, didn't Mr. Cardensky say

Sweat glistened upon our brows, our breaths quickened, and the pulse of anticipation coursed through our veins. Step by step, we climbed higher, the kingdom sprawling below us like a sprawling tapestry. The rooftops grew smaller, the sounds of civilization distant echoes in the wind. Eventually, we reached a rocky outcrop, a sanctuary perched upon the mountaintop. With the medieval kingdom spread out beneath us, we stood in awe of the panoramic vista. The sun, hovering on the edge of the horizon, painted the sky in a mesmerizing display of colors. Hues of gold, crimson, and violet danced across the heavens, casting an ethereal glow upon the medieval landscape.

Lastly, men in chain mail and armor were strutting around, their spurs clanging with each step as the men approach their giant mounts. The horses are also in armor with a boy holding the reins. I am in the Medieval -Fucking-Times! And I'm not talking about the restaurant with the jousting in New Jersey! 4 The sight would be a historian's wet dream! A history minor myself, I was awestruck about my current placement in time. But the reality was also setting in because the Medieval Times was a place of barbarism and cruelty, veiled in chivalry. What a hypocritical time this

Sten and Troi would often brought the twin to the tribe which resulted in the flourishing of new buds of love between Sten and Chaerin and Shima and Troi. Having on Jion's chest the head of his wife, they both stared at the large moon in the field and drowning their heartbeats in the loud thrashings of the wild river. Two pumas who went to join them, yawned loudly while placing their heads back to sleep again upon beholding the couple kissing under the glistening moon light. ************************************************************************* -End- Royal Series Books: Medieval Princess Dark Age was the time the war broke out between England's Royals and the barbaric native tribes that

In the medieval times, where the myths we know of were spun from, there was a season of lords and knights, of witches and sorcerers, of magic and spells, of curses and plagues, of love and sacrifices, and of war and blood. Several kingdoms existed, kingdoms spread out far and wide, and having borders that greatly separated them from one another, far into the east and even into the north, where the cold that ravaged there froze life, but still people thrived in these kingdoms.

They all look ancient, worn and tattered, and they smell amazing. For a book lover like me, the whiff of old books is like opium to a drug addict. I want to stop a while and explore the bookshelf, but Lyall is pulling me over to the far end of the room. A faded tapestry hangs from a rail on the wall. On it, there’s some sort of medieval scene, showing a dark forest with thin shafts of starlight shining between the trees. Other than that, there’s nothing. No figures, no focal point, nothing in particular to draw the eye.

I was not prepared for the barrage of medieval facts that were streaming through his thoughts. He was fighting the urge to just tell me literally everything he knew about the medieval times, but he refrained, thinking it would make him sound too nerdy. He was literally acting so cute right now and I didn't love it. How was I supposed to kill him? He was a good guy! Ugh.

he said kindly. She immediately said in nervousness, “Thank you, but you don't have to do that for me. I took this book because I had never seen a book like this before. May I ask you what book is this?” “This is a medieval history book about the first crusades. I have seen with my own eyes humans kill and slaughter their own kind for something they believe in. That’s very interesting, and that’s why I wrote this book,” he said and smiled. She furrowed her brows in thought. “Seen?” she asked in her mind curiously.