The History Book Club Novels & Stories

"Cooking is lots of fun." "I was always a book boy, myself." He gives a dramatic bow, bouncing back up and sauntering into the room. He studies the shelves and many seating options. One book seems to grab his attention in the historical section. I've read a decent deal of that section for my studies but the one he grabs I'd only ever passed over. Deep blue but faded with lettering that may have once been metallic on the spine. "'History of Lycans, Vampires, and Magi, Volume One.' Seems a little small to cover the importance of all three species." "It is only volume one," I offer.

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.

Michelle said as she showed Hailey a thick and elegant book. It was a thick and large book, obviously very heavy. Its name was, “The History of Fashion.”

Allow me to expose you to some hidden jewels that will certainly spark the discussions you desire. So the pair set off on a literary expedition, their hands full of books promising magic, mystery, and knowledge. They would spend hours engrossed in worlds created by extraordinary authors, their talks flowing naturally as they studied character nuances, decoded plot twists, and marveled at the power of writing. Lucian and Ravena started a book club in the quiet nooks of their favorite coffee shop, inviting like-minded people to share their passion for books and conversation. They met once a week, ready to share their ideas and views, each member offering his or her own distinct viewpoint and i

Scott and I leaned in, eager to see what Lorrie had discovered. “I’ve read this before. The first time I came to this place as a history club member, I was amazed by the old books too. But this one caught my attention.” Lorrie began flipping the pages, revealing a historical record containing pack emblems, rogue symbols, and notorious rebel groups throughout the continent. She continued flipping the pages, revealing packs wiped out from wars. She estimated the book's age to be over a hundred years. “The packs that are wiped out from the war are also here. If we tried to do a rough calculation, this could date more than a hundred years ago. Whoever wrote this book, I am certain his only goal

“I have a question. I need the books for the High Council from about seventy years ago.” He nodded. “I think I know the two books.” “I’m gonna grab the Alpha King’s information for those years as well, maybe he mentioned something about it.” We broke our little huddle and I went to one side of the room, he went to the other. To say this place was huge, was an understatement. This was the smaller of the two libraries but there were two levels, the floor to ceiling books that were jammed in that not a playbook could be squeezed between. It was my home away from home. I grabbed the journal as well as the official history for that time. My eyes fell over the genealogy of the kings and I grabbed

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

This was going to give him some time, and he had been itching to get his hands on more of the information in those books. Walking back over to the bookshelf, Bradford noticed there were thicker books, unlike the journal of his mother that he had been reading. These books read more like history books. These books spoke at length about what was done in order to defeat The opposing clan of casters that tried to take down the Bellevonnes Clan. Flipping through the pages, he could feel their age. He had to be very careful not to tear or smudge what was left of the writing inside of it. The edges of the book seem to be stained with time, and the great smell of glue and leather and paper lifted to

Until he breaks it that is. “Read this,” I look over at him and I’m surprised to see the man pull out an old weathered book seemingly out of thin air. “It’s the history of our pack. It’s got lessons in there. It might help you understand about where every individual in the pack comes from. We all have our stories and that’s what makes us stick together.” Taking the book in my hands, I run my hands over the faded leather. A sense of kinship arises between us. Aloha Gabriel might appear rough but there’s a certain depth to him that I can’t uncover.

She bit her bottom lip, “Alpha Nico will be back, but wants us educated on who we are, and why we are and our history and he wants all of us to be here when he returns.” Dad cleared his throat, “Let’s do a book club, we can summarize each one and tell the others about it.” I nodded and opened the book and started reading, “The Moon Goddess is the mother of our species...” Two hours later I finished it, and I have to say I blushed plenty, I shut the book, and they were all looking at me. I shrugged, “what?” Momma spoke, “tell us about that book?” her voice was laced with concern.