Medieval Times Books Novels & Stories

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.

I took a slice of pizza and bit into it, "So, what've you got so far?" "Okay…" Kyle drank from the coke bottle and placed it on the coffee table. He hit a few keys on his keyboard and said, "According to G****e, Medieval literature is any work written in Latin or the vernacular between c. 476-1500 CE, which includes philosophy, religious treaties, legal texts and works of the imagination." I typed the words his spoke into my laptop as he spoke, "So, we start with that before moving to the medieval romance." "Exactly." He looked at me, eating from his pizza slice. "What do you feel romance in the Medieval times was like?"

I find it more of a comfort, I suppose I am a creature of the dark, therefore I am more accustomed to it. I return to her, watching as her fingers mindlessly reach for another book on her stack, but she is an inch short. I reach out, handing it to her. I admit I feel at home there, back in her vicinity. She takes it, and I examine the books she packs through. I pick one up and ponder which section of the library she is working on. Ah, "The Time Before," the full account of Alexander's rule. The abundance and all that came before the Mages Curse. Before all death fell forward, before chaos, before Loss, before the emblems of war.

Some books had the history of the Knights, dating back centuries. Others told about different creatures, how they lived, drawings of how they looked, and about how they functioned. Unfortunately, many of them also told about how to kill them, which I didn't really like but I understood how the information must’ve been useful back when you needed to defend yourself from them. We’re protected now, the borders and the guards as well as having emerged into human society. I dragged my hands over a few dusty books and sighed. I didn’t even know where to begin. Which shelf? Color? Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know?

Cadence asked. “This book is very old,” he began, his hand hovering over the cover of the leather bound book but not touching it, though he was wearing a pair of the white gloves Cadence had seen historians wear on television shows. “I believe it was likely written in the mid- to late-sixteenth century, possibly earlier. At that time, Vampires controlled much of Scotland and Ireland, as you know, and they would continue to dominate that area of the world for the next several centuries. It’s basically a manual for all sorts of information to be left for successors, should anything become of the kings and queens of the time, though they obviously expected to live forever.”

She finds she minds the not-knowing. Momentum and Resistance: Patterns in Medieval European Trade Route Development, 1100-1400. Academic press, 1987, the spine worn in the way that books get worn when they've been read repeatedly rather than owned decoratively, which tells her it belonged to someone who used it. She turns to the front page. No inscription. Just the book, deliberately chosen and sent without ceremony, as if it requires no explanation. As if the explanation is self-evident. She puts it down. She makes coffee. She picks it up again.

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.

Dark Age was a period where chaos erupted among the people in England. There had been wars and rumors of wars spread around cities upon cities. It started when the early church, nobles and royalties were engaged in maintaining their powers, controlling people and clashed their interests on the matter. They had corrupted many lands even stealing those from native tribes. This stirred up lots of those barbarians to craft those dangerous arms and rage war to the nobles who took away their rightly possessions. Thus start the war.

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.

"But that is the purpose of it. Books are designed to give you a wide sense of imagination. They were created so all of us can see beyond the physical world. I am not a good reader but I still can't stop myself from reading a lot of books about keeping calmness in my heart. If you ask me why I read those kinds of books, I will give you a lot of answers you would be pleased to hear." "I wish that was easy to actually do. I am more of a fan of historical books. I like reading about the dark ages and how medieval men lived their lives when the Catholic Church was killing millions of innocent people in the name of God." "So, you do read a lot?" The woman cut me quickly. "I didn't say I read a lo