Novel & Cerita World War 1 Historical Fiction

Taking a sip of my whiskey, I felt the familiar burn as it slid down my throat, praying to whatever deity would listen that it'd numb the pounding headache beginning to overwhelm all my other senses. “Fuck me,” I mumbled under my breath as I opened the book titled, ‘History of the Great War.’ It was the usual stuff, talking about the first days of humans discovering the supernatural world was real, the attacks within our governments and armies, and the billions who had died. God, it had been a cluster fuck, a well-planned cluster fuck that none of us had seen coming. The war had been going on for a little over seventy years by the time I was born, just in time for me to participate in the la

She had spent the last three hours entirely immersed in Lucian's personal ledgers, her charcoal pencil flying across the pages of her notebook as she cataloged the volumes in strict chronological order. The initial terror of her morning dream had transformed into a deep, consuming fascination. Reading Lucian's history wasn't like reading a textbook; it was a devastatingly raw encounter with the ghost of the world. He had been there. His elegant, flowing script detailed the paranoia of the European witch trials, the mud and blood of the trenches in the Great War, and the blinding, horrific ash of Hiroshima.

Year One to Present. I looked at it for a long moment. Not what I came for, but I pulled the first volume off the shelf. --- The first page was not what I expected. It was just a single line of text in the center of the page. This is not the history of a king. This is a history of what kings cost. I stared at that for a moment. Then I turned the page and started reading. --- In the age before the Crimson War, when the world was still young enough to remember its own beginning, two peoples shared the continent as equals.

After I went home to dress as Cassie and then left to Cole's house. I walked to him and took his history book from his hands. "Help me." He said and I rolled my eyes. "Explain how did the World War 2 happen?" I read the question and turned to Cole who is waiting for me to answer. "What? Let's just copy it from the internet." He said and I sighed. I opened the history book and pointed at the World War 2 section. I showed it to him and gestured him to type it.

"Five days, Clara. We've barely spoken in five days." "I know. The whole house feels it. Even the staff are walking on eggshells." Clara glanced at her. "Do you miss him?" "Every day. Every hour." The admission came out quietly. "But missing him doesn't mean I trust him." "Fair enough." Giovanni's study was imposing as always—dark wood, leather furniture, walls lined with books and family history. Maps covered his massive desk, red marks indicating territories, blue for allies, black for contested zones.

She tried so hard to resist me but couldn't. Our history teacher moved into the class and dropped her bag on the table. She taught us about the cold war in the town in 1935. I wasn't around town then, so I paid much attention. She explained that some soldiers had invaded the town and had tried to take over the town. They had caused a rampage in town, robbing food from stores and treating the citizens the way they liked. I clenched my jaws as I heard that and felt angry that I wasn't there to stop that. If I had been here, those soldiers who have been dead under thirty minutes. I loved this town greatly and would do anything to protect it. Maybe I was destined to be the King of Winekove, and

The fist part of the book brought me to tears, with the war first taking place in London, where she looses her family and escapes making her way over to France, journeying alone to different towns, the struggles she endures pain me to think about. She meets a man called Marcel who Bruno had told me about, well told me what I had originally told him before I lots my memory. The way Flo describes him makes my head go foggy, almost like memories coming back into view gradually, I start to see a face in my mind matching that of Flos drawing, I remember meeting him and painting on his walls, his support and help… my memories were slowly coming back, I eagerly flick through each page in hopes that

Michael asked, Alissa ventured further into the shop, she saw the sign for 'History'. Alissa turned into the area and scanned the spines. There appeared to have been two human world wars as that topic featured heavily. She picked one of the larger books up, scanning the back. Michael saw what she was looking at. “If you're looking for fighting techniques that won't help, they used their guns and planes.” Alissa mouthed the words back. “Don't ask,” he responded. “I'm looking to know more about...” Alissa waved in the general vicinity. Michael tapped at his chin and started looking at the books.

He would have, right? I shook my head again and concentrated on the book placed on my lap. It was one of the British, historical romance fictions set during the World War Two. I had randomly picked it up at the bookstore and somehow felt myself drawn towards it. Sappy novel with mopey dialogues and dragged out bits, it still provided me with much needed solace.

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ….. Note before you read… The next few chapters are written in the Carolingian Renaissance and the Vikings era but don't stick to the fact. You will find a few things that have been added to fit into the story. So if you find anything strange or unusual, then remember the next few chapters are based on historical fantasy fiction books. Do add or check the other book of the author. Revenge on the Mafia lord. .. .. .. YEAR 956 AD. It was a loud night, one where the sounds of crickets chirping could not be heard and the clouds smothered the moon and stars.