The History Book Club の小説・ストーリー

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

Sadly, some people in Aurelia just didn't appreciate those of us who put our lives on the line to protect them. A few of the books I'd pulled were more recent, such as History of Alpha Academy and The History of the Great War, while others seemed to be ancient and unused to the point that I had to blow dust off of them. Those books had to do with the Genealogy of the packs and the biography of the last Alpha King. You'd think those would've been more important topics, but the average Aurelian was more concerned about their next meal than about werewolf history.

The air was heavy with the scent of parchment and dust, the large shelves stretching high up to the ceilings, stacked with books too old to even remember their authors. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books, scanning the titles. Ancient Clan Wars. The First Kingdoms. Blood and Silver: The History of Alpha Dynasties. None of these were what I needed. I sighed, moving deeper into the archives. There had to be something here. I spent hours flipping through books, scanning old texts, piecing together fragments of history that barely made sense. Just when I was about to give up, my fingers brushed against a large, worn-out book hidden behind several others.

TESSA "Daria, where does this pack keep their history book?" I asked, trying to keep a light tone. Daria looked at me with a frown on her face, clearly confused. I clear my throat, “I mean, a pack usually has books dedicated to being written from their founding to the present. There has to be a book out there about the Alpha family and their reign. Where do they store it?" I'm already back home. Now my curiosity is starting to torture me.

Something's really blooming, he thought to himself before he grinned. Chloe sat at the chair in front of many books she chose and let out a deep breath. The heat from her face was already gone but Jared's words still rang through her ears. The brunette quickly shook her head to keep out any unnecessary thoughts at the moment and focused on the large book she was holding. She ran her fingers across the name. The cover was mystical and she could feel the power that radiates from it. Master Hunn sure loved History. "The Magical History," she recited in a gentle voice. Chloe opened the book and her eyes widened.

I replied, feeling a little embarrassed at being caught in the act of browsing for a book. Miles nodded, his eyes flicking to the book in my hand. “You like history?” he asked, a grin spreading across his face. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help but smile back at him. “Yeah, I do,” I admitted, feeling a little shy about my interests. Miles chuckled and began to tell me about the history book in my hand. It was called “The Werewolf Chronicles: A History of Lycanthropy,” and it delved into the long and mysterious history of werewolves.

"There are things in Moonhaven's history that are better left in the past. But sometimes the past doesn't stay buried." She turns to leave, then pauses at the door. "There's a book you should read. In your father's collection, I believe. 'Convergent Histories of Coastal New England Towns.' Dreadfully dry title, but... illuminating content." With that cryptic recommendation, she's gone, leaving me staring after her, the bell's chime echoing in the empty shop. I've catalogued every book in this store, including my father's prized collection of local history. I've never seen that title.