Medieval Historical Fiction Books Novels & Stories

"The woman in the painting is called Lady Percival, right? Isn't Percival the knight who found the Holy Grail in the King Arthur legend?" "Good God, Ethan!" She grabbed my arm in excitement. "Of course! Percival ...it's her story. You figured it out! Lady Percival is holding a very rare book in- deed. I knew it was something special! One of the first King Arthur stories ever written down; all the way back in the twelfth century. That book is Chrétien de Troyes's The Story of Perceval and the Grail." She gazed at the painting, her face glowing with happiness and pure joy, and I reached for my mobile and snapped a picture of her. A magnificent profile shot of Brynne smiling at her Lady Perciva

He said, and I nodded in thanks. “This is beautiful.” I said, running my finger over one of the book cases. A book, the Wolves of the Medici, made me raise an eyebrow as I pulled it out of its case. This wasn’t one that I heard of before, but I could tell that it was a vintage one, maybe an old one. “History book about Medici wolves?” I asked, and Viktor nodded.

I steadied myself, gripping the rungs tightly before letting out a long breath of relief. “Be careful!” Manolya scolded from below, though her tone was far more worried than angry. I didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. Instead, my eyes lit up with sudden curiosity as I peeked inside the book that had nearly knocked me out. The front page read: Beçin Chronicles: A History of the Byzantine Castle and its Mythical Beings. “It’s from the 1400s!” I exclaimed, my voice filled with pure excitement. Manolya could hear the frantic energy in my tone as I carefully flipped through the soft, worn pages.

We sat, and he reached for the cocktail menu immediately. "So, Charles," James said, always the first to start small talk. "Annie said you teach medieval history. What period do you focus on?" "Oh, mostly… uh… the Middle Ages in general," Charles answered, vague as fog. "The middle centuries." The middle centuries? My brows pinched for a second. In the app he'd talked very specifically about the Byzantine period and the Crusades. "Interesting," Margaret said. "My son is learning about the Hundred Years' War in school. You must know a lot about that."

Helma looked solemnly and reached out to touch the book's pages. "Since it was my room that he sneaked into, the person must think that this thing is in my hands." Neil's face turned cold. He took the book from Helma's hand. "What's so great about this book? Its value is so immeasurable to the point of harming someone?" "The other party is very powerful and secretive. From the surface, the Book Of Medical Remedies is a unique copy from the Medieval Age, and that period was the peak of traditional medicine development."

He hooked my arm in his and we walked back inside. Turning into the first door, I gasped. The entire room felt like home! The walls were covered in paintings and tapestries of wars where the beasts were fighting right beside the vampires and, sadly, vampires were fighting each other. The art was exquisite and I wasn’t surprised when Fynn explained that it all came from the castle. Apparently, it was thrown out centuries ago and the beasts somehow got their hands on it. As we moved through the room, I saw books that looked very old and Fynn explained that those books contained what he called “the true history of what happened”. I wasn’t so sure about that. I would have loved to just curl up a

At the center of the library was a grand table, surrounded by plush chairs, where ancient scholars and advisors often discussed matters of importance for the development of Eleneas which was nothing but a castle in the midst of lush green forests. I made my way towards a shelf, admiring the titles of the books. There were books on history, architecture, politics, philosophy, and even magic. My eyes fell upon a familiar title, 'The Castle Of Eleneas,' the written history of our kingdom. I pulled it out and opened it to a random page, reading about the wars waged by our ancestors. My ancestors.

(Flashback) Three years ago In the kingdom of Grellis, there were three realms- The Great Palace, the noble's region, and the commoner's district. Keane was a famous knight among nobles. Aside from his lineage, he has an outstanding talent and looks. He's the adoration of many noblewomen

I pause for a moment, “Have you found anything in the books?” Taran shakes his head, “No, history is completely different. Even the castle’s history is wrong. It was expanded in the 14th century and funded by an Earl thanking us for keeping the vampires from invading. These books say the Earl built it in the 14th century.” I turn and look at the mythology section of the library. Whispering, “I wonder,” I get up and begin looking for books on dragons. “What are we looking for now?” Taran asks curiously.

The kind of noting that did not feel like noting at the time and revealed itself later as a catalogue when you went looking, which I had not gone looking but was apparently looking now, standing on the pavement outside Fielding's on a Tuesday in March. History. She read history. Not the popular kind, not the narrative history of television documentaries and airport bookshops, though I did not think she was opposed to those on principle. The specific kind. Social history. The history of ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances. A book about the women who ran businesses in medieval England whose husbands were at war. A book about the domestic interior life of sixteenth century Antwerp. T