Read Like A Historian Novels & Stories

“It helps... quiet my mind.” I nodded, understanding all too well. Especially since I had been reading a lot more than usual these days back home, my stepmother had not wanted me reading anything; she would have thrown me out of the house if not for appearance's sake, but books had been her way of showing control over me. “What do you like to read?” He hesitated, then held up the book he’d grabbed. “History. Legends, mostly. Stories about ancient packs and their wars.” A faint smile tugged at my lips.

Closing my computer down, I move around my desk to the table I use for meeting with Pack members. I slowly open the history book and simply inhale the smell of ancient history. That kind of book that tells a story with how many times it has been opened over the years by someone like me, searching for answers that might help us today. It is funny how we always seem to circle back to learn from historical events. I simply hoped that learning would extend to me.

The mirror reflects a stranger—calm, poised, dangerous. That’s it, my wolf whispers. He believes it. I pull open the drawer where I’ve keep the books Camille has given me to read and hand hand the ones I’ve finished back to him. “When you have time, I’d really love some new history books,” I say demurely. “Your finished with them already?” He looks through the stack of books. “Are you sure you don’t want more romances?” “I prefer history. There is nothing more fascinating then the past.”

I watched her from my royal place, she could not notice that someone has been watching her all these while, going on and admiring the place and sitting down on the molded chair. I came to her. I was interested in the book that she was reading her hands, it was history book. "I see what you are holding, the history of the black cities, I know that it is going to be interesting to you. You would have to know, not everyone that reads the book believes everything.," I said to her while I sat done beside her

Piko rubbed his own forehead while the other snickered and giggled from his carelessly nature. All the time the children were talking, Torfo was listening intently to them. He didn't know what he should respond to these kids because he was speechless. They were living in a backwater area like this, yet they read history. Even Torfo's classmates at school would only read history books when there's a homework or a test. Some of them considered the history to be boring, and only picked the tale they liked the most like the story of Lady Arianna. Not many people would read small battle books like what Torfo was reading right now. So he was a bit elated that he found them, being very young, learn

While I was cleaning around and observing the place, I noticed that it was the literature section and history section were the ones most untouched, just signifying that only a few to none goes in those sections and be curious of the world and times they hold inside their pages. Honestly, for me, history and literature books are the most interesting books one could ever read. History holds the ancients and times of the past, the events and happenings that were not seen by the generations of the present and of the future. It contains the kind of life people had before the current era came, the information it holds would be astounding and eye opening. History books take you to the past, it is l

It seemed to be speaking to her, in a way. "You enjoy ever doing anything Cain? " "I read alot. "He had said. "What kind of books? " He shrugged again. "History, mathematics, biology, economics. " "School books? " "Could be outside resource. " "Not fictions? " "No. " "Politics? " "No. " "Have any personal views on history? " "I read extensively on the primitive human race. Stone age? " "How do you find it? " "Apealing. " "When was the last time you touched a book. "

My body lowered on the leather couch as I picked the first book on my stack. I was reading about the history of the pack which meant I had to go back to the first king. It was quite an interesting story and I did not have anywhere to go so I flipped page after page, the sound of the training warriors my comfort in a way. The first book was done in two hours, all six hundred pages of it. I placed it down, picking another and sitting back to indulge myself in history. It seemed my ability to remember everything I read was not shared with the wolves nor the speed I could read at.

History wasn't one of Kiran's strong suits largely because it often required memorizing dates and names of people. Thankfully, Diel - despite his snobbish and haughty demeanor - was a great storyteller. He managed to teach her the history of Lahnthea as if he was merely telling Kiran a well-written summary of a famous novel.

Slowly, carefully, he lifted the book from its pedestal. “Got it," he whispered triumphantly. The eBook felt historical, its cover worn but still vibrant with problematic designs. He opened it to the first page, eyes scanning swiftly. The text changed into written in an antique dialect, but Michael had studied enough to apprehend the gist. This e book held secrets and techniques, powerful ones that might exchange the whole thing.