Story From History Novels & Stories

"Three hundred years ago, the people of the lands were engaged in a Great War. There was famine and violence. The people suffered greatly as the noble houses of the realm fought for overall leadership.” The firelight danced in my father’s eyes as he began to weave his story. On Saturday nights we would BBQ and sit around the fire pit and tell stories.

muttered Lea wiping her tears. "Are you sad?" asked Drax from the balcony. "Yes," "You're not too surprised to hear my voice?" "Hmm, I'm getting used to it" "Ah, great! Tell me about what you read!" "This, historical moment occurred about 100 years ago, Drex. I think you will not be interested," " "It's okay, just tell me!" Drex took a chair cushion and approached Elea like a baby who wanted to listen to a fairy tale. "This is not a fairy tale! This is the history of Drex,"

Wine glasses clinked, laughter resonated, and the aromas of delectable dishes mingled with the warmth of shared memories. As the conversation flowed, the group delved into the stories of past battles, victories, and losses that had shaped the kingdom's destiny. Each person, with their unique perspective and experiences, added their own piece to the tapestry of the kingdom's history. Marcus, the seasoned warrior renowned for his bravery, recounted tales of fierce battles fought against formidable foes. His voice resonated with pride as he described the strategies employed, the sacrifices made, and the hard-fought triumphs. The scars on his body were a testament to his dedication and unwaverin

Jenny realized that whoever that guy is killing people knows the history which means he is someone who wants to repeat the things which have already happened in the past but he also wants to make people realize the old suffering, might be a mad or a psycho. She read and read several times, searched and searched a lot of the data from the internet as well as books. All the things were in front of her and the only thing that was missing was only that person who's behind all this trouble. (While studying all the stuff she fell asleep). Well, her efforts remind me of someone's good words and I want to share with you, 'What is history? It's someone's deed, someone's desire or maybe destiny. But a

Yeah, I followed him. After an hour of staring at each other, the walls and ceiling, he spoke up. "Tomorrow is my parents death anniversary." I shifted uncomfortably. Hearing stories like this are really boring to me. You're probably thinking that I'm a psycho but that's how I roll. A tear slipped down his face.

“We knew she was aiding our people during the war, but we didn’t know she was slipping into the mortal realm. We didn’t know she was directly affecting history.” I wracked my brain, sorting through every history lesson I’d ever endured as a young pup. There was one battle that stuck out in my mind. It was one of the first our kind had ever participated in, and was the only one that had anything to do with castles, kings, and armored knights seeking glory. “You’re talking about the Hunters war. That…” I pinched my lips together to keep my jaw from dropping. “That was two thousand years ago. You three were alive for that?”

He laughed. "Yes but you forgot the other aspect of history because your whole focus used to be on the chapters of coward conspirators but now I am going to tell you the best part of history,"I put the gun back in my waistband,"The gallant princes who didn't think twice to slaughter their own family,their own father or brother just to claim what they thought rightfully theirs and this part of history always fascinate me." I could see the flicker of rage passing his eyes but he covered it by a vile smile.

She had heard stories of the time before that stated it was the most dangerous time when no one was safe and wars filled the lands of Huskarian. Although, that was all she knew. Thinking of this, Leanunya stood up and started to look for an older history book but to no avail. She had once tried looking for a book about it before but as now had no luck no matter what library she went to. She couldn’t understand why there was no history on it, not even a little. The only knowledge she could find about that time was all spoken stories.

“No. She loves the story as much as I do.” “Yeah, right,” Will mumbled as he looked back down at the papers in his hand. He had a smirk on his face. “I am serious,” I said, making him look back up at me. “She has a history book about it. She knows a lot about the Great War.” “Then she really is your mate,” Will chuckled. “I’ve never met a person as fascinated by that story as you.” He was right. I was a bit of a nerd when it came to history and the story of Three Kingdoms was one of my favorites.

She pouted. "Mami, I don't care. All I know is I want you to pack our bags before I return." He snapped. "Someone is on his period" She whispered waving hand at the friendly receptionist. After packing the bags up, she opened the curtains. Looking at the busy street, she will miss taking tea while hussain is hugging her behind. She sighed softly, this is not how she wanted her vacation to end. She wanted to leave a memory behind and now all the memory she will leave behind, is that of her husband fighting his brother.