Novel & Cerita Medieval Times Books Fiction

“Leonard told the golf story again.” “Crime,” I said. “Punishable by lemon tart,” she said, and handed me a shortbread like a bribe. “What are you reading?” “Medieval trade routes,” I said, as if that were a thing I do without a man in my closet. She squinted at me over the kettle. “You’re flushed.” “Kettle heat,” I said.

Gwen said, her eyes sparkling with barely hidden amusement. "Yes," Charles confirmed enthusiastically. "A manuscript from the... uh... sixteenth century. Very rare. About... knights." Sixteenth century? Knights? Even I knew medieval knights came from much earlier. "How interesting," I managed, taking a long sip of my drink. Gwen shot me a look that clearly said, "what crap did you bring here?" and I couldn't blame her.

The woman climbed a short ladder and began pulling down a few books. “These should help,” she said, setting five large, dusty tomes on a nearby table. “Sorry about the condition they’re ancient. Let me know if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Anna said as the woman walked away. Rhea and Anna sat cross-legged on the floor beside the table, surrounded by the stack of heavy books. Their covers were worn, their spines cracked, and the pages yellowed with time. Each had a unique title: 'Tales of the Mystical Creatures', 'Powers', 'Hidden Behind the Voice', and two others with faded letters too difficult to read.

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.

Welcome, everyone, to my new story. I am so happy you decided to join me on this journey. I hope you enjoy it. I want to share some info about the story. 1/ Story is set in the real world of medieval Scotland in 1309 a.c. I am referring to historical settings that existed and maybe still exist. 2/ All my characters are creations of my imagination—even the king. I can't take an actual historical figure and make him into the king that my story needs.

he growled as he left the room, slamming the door close, heading towards the direction of the attic and the library. Meanwhile, I sat down down on a swirl chair in the mini library that housed not less than one hundred books, getting sleepy over the interesting novel I was reading when I heard Armani practically screaming my name as he approached the library. The novel was all about a young mistress in search of her missing master with the hope of a happy reunion when she finally sees him.The story was set to medivial times of old, the year seventeenth hundredths to be precise. The novel was the first thing that caught my attention when I stepped into the library. It had a fantastic silver c

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.

It was like searching for a needle in a haystack, and with every passing minute, the urgency only grew. But then, as I was about to give up for the night, something caught my eye—a small, weathered book tucked away on the bottom shelf. Its cover was faded, the title barely legible, but there was something about it that drew me in. I carefully pulled it from the shelf, the pages brittle and yellowed with age. The title read, *The Lost Chronicles: A History of the Ancient Magics*. My heart raced as I opened the book, scanning the pages for anything that might be relevant. It wasn’t long before I found a section that made my breath catch in my throat.

Elijah and Mina were sitting on the guest stool, while I was picking books to buy, All the books here were old, hard cover made from wood and hard leather, as for the papers, it was yellowish paper, some even use parchments and all of them were handwritten. I don't really have any preferences in picking the books, o I just pick anything that piques my interest, History books were mainly for information, and magic books and Spell tomes for my Maidens to learn spells and magic. I piled up at least 20 books only 5 of them were history book, the rest was Magic books, right now I was reading a storybook or Tales, why? because the pictures inside were alive, kinda like a harry potter book which ma

The transition from "Ascended Monarchs" to "starving shifters" happened remarkably fast. For hours, we were buried in vellum and leather. We moved through stacks of ancient scrolls, but it seemed the Great Library of the Queens had a sense of humor—or a very mundane side. We found "The Little Dragon Who Lost His Spark," a three-volume set on the proper way to tax wool in the fourteenth century, and a surprisingly aggressive book on the ethics of herbalism.