Victorian Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

I was trapped in his orbit, and he knew it. Adrian circled me slowly, deliberately, eyes scanning me like a predator does its prey. I shivered where he passed, every inch of my skin aware of his presence. His gaze was heavy, intimate, claiming. “You think you can resist me, Victoria?” he murmured, stopping behind me. His hand hovered near my shoulder—not touching, just claiming space. “That defiance won’t save you. Not from me.” I swallowed hard. “I… I’m not—” “You are,” he whispered, voice low, almost a growl. “And the sooner you admit it, the easier this will be. Fighting me… is exhausting. But I can play nice, if I want. For now.”

I look out at the house as the gates open. Reed House, too large, too old, too certain of itself, and somewhere in the west study, four people are about to sit down and decide which version of history gets to survive another day. Not this time. I grip my bag tighter. “Drive,” I say. The gates to Reed House are open. Victoria has page one hidden inside her handbag. Catherine is already inside the west wing, and in less than ten minutes, Aurora is walking into the room where twenty-six years of lies were built.

She felt his aura and smell long before seeing him walk in. Damien walked in and his eyes fell on Ada curled up on a couch reading a book. The woman managed to look fashionable even in comfortable casual clothes. A pair of large green eyes met his and she nodded in acknowledgement. Her entire body barely covered two thirds of the couch. He took the empty space next to her feet. “What are you reading?” “It’s about a hetaera, practically a Greek geisha,” she explained. “Historical fiction?” “Almost, she might have or might have not existed.” She looked at him curiously. “It is my favorite genre though.”

The book has a stable cast of characters and some others will be recurring. this book takes place in Victorian England and the work won't ignore the time period, so expect some time-period problems like racism, bigotry, etc, they exist in this universe. But characters from all walks of life will be present in the book (LGBTQ+ and BIPOC can appear is what I mean). This book does try to stay as truthful to the time period as possible and the legends and folk tales of the places it tackles, however, some historical anachronisms may happen, and sometimes I will favour fiction over historical accuracy.

“You know, you talk about him differently now. And you talk about him a lot.” Victoria frowned and denied it quickly. “I do not.” Julie shook her head slowly. “You do. In fact, you smile when you talk about him.” “That’s just your overactive imagination.” She countered. Julie ignored her. “I’ve written enough romance novels. And read even more.” Victoria immediately knew where this conversation was heading. “Oh no.” Julie nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes.” She began counting on her fingers. “Contract marriage. Cold billionaire. Independent female lead. They’re forced to live together.”

I unwrapped myself from Anna, "Anna this is um -- this is Victoria my mate," "Your mate?" she asked wiping away her tears while looking between me and victoria, "but what about Atheeya? I thought she was your mate," Anna question and victoria raised an eyebrow "Who is Atheeya?" she questioned and judging by her facial expressions I knew things weren't going to be okay, "His lawful wife and true mate, our queen," Anna said without mincing her words and Victoria stumble back shock written all over her face.

Chapter 1: I am the only child of Lord John Duncaster, Earl of Winsor; her ladyship, Mistress Rose Duncaster. My father, only Lord and Earl due to my late mother the daughter and sole survivor of an Earl. Funny, it seems that is the hereditary luck of women born of my bloodline. Sole heirs to an abundant fortune. But in the year of her majesty the queen Victoria 1851, only personal property would go to a woman and only land if she is unwed and the sole heir. Thus our argument today, i would love nothing more than to see all these powder faced whigs off my property, to avoid their fake attempts at social niceties, and their claim to be the best step-mother a girl could ask for. All efforts in

Suddenly they're talking about the equinox festival, and I'm spared. "You can always change your major again," Harvey says. "Yeah, I'm thinking I'll give history a go again." "What part of history would you most want to learn about?" I set my fork on the rim of my plate. "The Victorians, probably, and not just because this is a very Victorian town, and I live in a very Victorian house." He asks, "What is it about them?" "Their attention to detail, obsession with death, misuse of poisons, gothic novels — they're so theatrically strange. I think it'd be fun."

Yet, there lingered an unspoken tension, a magnetic pull that both intrigued and unnerved Victoria. One evening, while exploring the mansion for potential wedding locations, Victoria stumbled upon a door tucked away in a secluded corridor. Its ornate design stood in stark contrast to the muted elegance of the rest of the house. The door, seemingly untouched for years, begged to be opened. As she turned the handle, the door creaked open, revealing a room frozen in time. Victorian-era furniture adorned the space, and the walls were adorned with sepia-toned photographs. Victoria's eyes widened as she realized the room was a shrine, a memorial to a love lost in the passage of time.

We could have had biological children of our own with our vampire mates all along! We walked into the small library and I realized that this was where they had kept Viktoria. My eyes went to Fynn and I could feel a hiss in the back of my throat as he walked over to a shelf and pulled out three books. I recognized the backs since they were exactly the same as the ones in our library that contained the history of the ancient. I wanted to read them. I wanted to read all of them, but I couldn’t show my excitement just yet. I didn’t know what the beasts would want in return for the books and I sure as hell wasn’t going to hang around here every night reading.