Story From History Novels & Stories

That made me smirk for some reason. “I found something you may be interested in,” Vadas told to the minister. “Is that about border conflict from yesterday?” “Yes. And I have a few details about the undersea matter.” That was interesting. “Good, but it’ll wait until tomorrow.” “As you wish.” With that, we left our host, as a few more guests were waiting at the door to be greeted. I must find about that conflict tomorrow. And what is with undersea? Vadas distracted me with an invitation for the first dance. We socialized for some time with various creatures presented there. I wanted to win a couple of dances with foreign ambassadors, to learn their people's opinions about this war.

This incident was just an insignificant episode in life, and I did not pay it any mind at all. Just as I finished tidying up, there was a knock at the door. It was the community courier delivering a package. Through the door, I told him to leave the package in the entrance. He replied politely and left quickly. We never opened the door to meet, let alone had any physical contact or extra conversation. After signing for the package, I continued with my housework. Sunlight streamed through the windows, and everything was calm and normal. I had no idea that this trivial accident under the bed would trigger a family trouble completely unrelated to romance a few days later.

For all I knew, they could be lying. I shook my head, refusing to believe or accept his words. "You are lying. This can't be true." I had seen history texts in my time learning to read with Cillian. I might not have read the entire text but I had read enough to know that something didn't mesh well in River's story. "History can not lie and there is nothing about you. About this." River's face hardened and he stood up. "History is written by the victors. I won't force you to believe me. Bury your head in a bucket of doubt if you wish."

The fact that I came from another country and wasn’t schooled properly would clearly show in my lack of knowledge. “How much do you know about the history of his kingdom?” she asked. “Not much beyond what Madame Sand had taught me…” I replied while wondering if Anna was aware of that fact that the ruling royal family are wolves. “I see. How much do you know about world history? For example, the world wars, the industrial revolution…” she asked. “I’ve only heard of them broadly but have never studied them in detail before…” I replied honestly. “I see. Very well then, we shall start from the very beginning. First off, I suggest we start with the history of this kingdom. Here is a textbook with

Nevertheless, the more he spoke, the more engrossed she became in the tale that he was weaving out. The story was so fascinating that for a moment, she forgot about everything else except the rich and elaborate history of the pack. With a rapt expression, she listened closely as Alpha Damien spoke of the pack's founding, struggles, and ultimate victories. From their humble beginnings as a small group of wolves struggling to survive in the harsh wilderness, to their rise as one of the most powerful and respected packs in the region. The story was so captivating that Andrea found herself transported through time and felt as though she was there experiencing it all firsthand.

I had my first kiss with him, my first sex which I still remember vividly. I still remember the day we first met. I think it was love at first sight. He made me feel so many things at once and he still makes me feel the same way. We first started as best friends. He was so caring, respectful and handsome. A perfect gentleman. Everything was going well until Ade decided to end our relationship because of a silly mistake. But now I am going to get him back. He belongs to me. ****

“Ian, can I ask you something?” “Of course,” I replied, my heart quickening with a mix of curiosity and nervousness. “Why do you care so much about history?” she asked, her gaze searching mine. “You seem to know so much, and you speak about it with such passion.” I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. “History is the story of humanity,” I said slowly. “It’s a tapestry of triumphs and tragedies, lessons and legacies. Understanding it helps us make sense of the present and guides us as we shape the future.”

I swallowed, taking another drag as I wracked my brain, trying to think if I had read or heard any of those stories. “How did he find that? I have never heard that story,” Sabastian said, taking a drag himself as Hunter scratched his beard. “That’s because this story isn’t from our time, not even this century. As far as he can tell, the story dates back over 5,000 years.” I swallowed as all three of us turned to look at the woman lying dead on the bed. None of us dared to even breathe. She looked so preserved you would never know how old she was.

Alexander offered. "Yes, please." I whispered to him. I really wanted to know more about this place. He cleared his throat, opening his mouth to give me the story. "Centuries ago, there was a massive war that carried out within the human race. This war was known worldwide, even without the fancy smartphones they have now. There were two sides, and people were forced to fight for a side. You either fought for the East or the West side. Nobody really knew what caused the conflict, but the leaders of the war used to be close before it all happened. When the truth came out, most people sided with the West side." Alexander said.