The History Book On The Shelf Is Always Repeating Itself Novels & Stories

His name has echoed across the millennia, whispered by poets and historians alike: Alexander the Great, the man who conquered the world and became its eternal legend. ‘Hence, you don’t and will never deserve him’ I hear my inner self murmur inside me upon recalling all the facts about him that one of the thickest history books in our library contains. Exhausted from sweeping and thinking of the man who showed me paradise, I gave myself some res. I sat at the big trunk of a dead tree and began wiping my sweat. Afterward, I looked around me. It’s already getting dark as the sun has long settled but it seems no one is going to care for me. People walk and run here and there but literally no one

Astrid interrupted them, so Colza's gaze turned towards her. "The Sacred Book only holds the truth about the King's action, like the lie he imprinted on the humans. Meanwhile, the Records of Lies has the present lies. For instance, the one Zaykee discovered inside the Kingdom of Saobar's underground," Jacob answered instead Colza while glancing at Astrid. "Ehh? The book also knows that?" Zaykee's eyes widened with open mouths as he stares at Jacob. "Yes," Jacob briefly answered. "I see," Astrid spoke.

"You've heard already." "I hear everything, eventually." She rose slowly, crossing to a shelf lined with books old enough that their spines had cracked into illegibility, running a finger along them until she found the one she wanted — thin, leather-bound, the kind of book that looked like it had survived several centuries out of sheer stubbornness. "This is older than the pack itself. Older than the founding families. I've read it exactly twice in my life, and both times I hoped I'd never need to read it a third." She set it on the desk between them but didn't open it yet, her hand resting flat against the cover like she was deciding whether Damon had earned the right to what was inside.

Tristan used to say, "Books are my brain's comfort food" His eyes moved up and down the length of the shelf. He had read almost all the books. Every book was hardbound with their names written in gold. He hesitated for a moment, too reluctant to touch something so beautifully kept. As he scanned the bookshelf once again, deciding from where to start, his eyes stopped on the third book in 'Lord of the Rings' series. Tristan loved to keep his books in order. He frowned. That's strange. He doesn't remember Tristan owning another copy of the third book as he clearly remembers that he had borrowed the book and then forgot to give it back. The third book is with him ever since then. That time it w

Chapter 83 Zara's POV It took a while before I flipped another page. The memories were all setting in, cementing in my mind again. It felt like my life was a book and I was reading through the chapters. Why was I doing this to myself? Why did I want to relive my pain? "Those who disregard the past are bound to repeat their mistakes." I knew that it was not for some grand reason like that. So why was I doing it? Another page.

I approached slowly, the heels of my boots clicking softly on the polished floor. Drawn like a moth to a flame, I skimmed my fingers across the titles etched on the spines. Tales of kings. Wars. Bloodlines. My gaze caught on a thick, weathered book left open on the desk. Its title was simple: Pack Histories and Blood Betrayals. A cold shiver rippled through me. I leaned over, my shadow swallowing the page, and began to read. At first, it was the usual: chronicles of battles, treaties, ascensions. But then, a word snared me, rooted me in place:

The ramifications were overwhelming. I also couldn’t help feeling that the story was repeating itself, that, generations later, I was playing out the same pattern. A forbidden romance. Two races. Me and Caleb. Repeating history once again, following in the footsteps of my ancestors. It made me wonder if lifetime after lifetime just repeated itself, endlessly. We slowly surveyed the room. It was hard to see in the fading light, and I still didn’t know exactly what I was looking for. But now, I definitely, without a doubt, knew that we were looking in the right place.

I became confused at what exactly she meant. "Eh?" "The book I saw the remedy from, I mean it has everything we need. While reading the book, it stated the words 'thee whose eyes seeth these pages shall have not thy antique pen rewrite history'. And do you know what that means?" She asked. I shook my head. "Thank goodness with my powers I was able to demystify those words. It meant that once I create history by reading the book, I can't rewrite it by using the book again."

SHARON’S POV I never imagined I would step foot into the royal library for anything other than sneaking in to read fantasy novels I had no business touching. The irony wasn’t lost on me as I sat at the long mahogany table now, a stack of heavy history books in front of me, none of which had dragons, witches, or star-crossed lovers on the covers. The head historian, Elder Marcellus, cleared his throat for what felt like the hundredth time. The man was ancient, his white beard reached almost to his stomach, and he had the habit of adjusting his spectacles every two sentences even when they didn’t need adjusting.

It seemed old, no doubt it had been read multiple times. It was a book about the history of shape-shifters and the effect of the full moon on them. The king had told us tales about our existence, and how we were hunted before we fought back. It has been one of my best memories with him, and I loved the way he spoke like he witnessed everything himself. Looking at this book, I realized he had just read them too many times for him to narrate the story the way he did, he must have enjoyed reading this book, and he enjoyed sharing it with us too.