Young Adult Books Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

She reached for a piece immediately—and hissed when it burned her fingers. “Careful. It’s hot.” I picked it up, blowing on it, cooling it down without thinking—like you would for a kid. “I do,” she said, and when I looked up, she was blushing. “I really do. I used to have a lot of books… but they’re all back at my parents’ house.” “I see. Then mine might seem boring. Most girls your age go for romance novels, and I don’t have many of those.” “You do have some amazing historical ones,” she said quickly. “I even saw a couple of my favorites.”

When I got to the desk I saw a girl about my age and this make me wonder if she would be of any help I was expecting to meet someone older that know everything or most things. “Hey, I need your help” I drew her attention from her phone to me. “Ooh sorry I didn't see you there, how can I help you” now that I am here I don't know whether to tell her that I am looking for a book that will help me find chári or what but then I remembered she said something about warrior so maybe I should ask her for a book that talks about the history of warriors I think that will be better. “I need to find books that talk about the history of warriors”

He takes it and scans the lines quickly. “Where did you get this?” I ask. “My parents collected books from all over the world. I have no idea where this one came from.” His face stays mostly blank as he reads. He clearly doesn’t care much for old books. “These are just boring words.” “This is history about Zephyra’s kind. They’re called Crimson Born in this book, and if you look here, they have a queen usually sent down by the goddess.” “This is just fiction.” “Who writes fiction this way?” I groan. “Look at how it’s written

‘The Longest Ruling Wolfkin Dynasties. I was getting deep into the book and didn't notice when someone had come in, or when Kael and Brandon had somehow slipped out. I always had a low for history back when I was a child. I had longed to become a historian or a librarian. Of course, that was when I was simply bound to the schemes of the world, and my father was still alive. I turned a page, gently smoothing the parchment. It was an old copy. Likely one that had been in the Alpha’s library for a long time.

The space was vast, filled with tall wooden shelves that stretched from wall to wall, every inch lined with books. “Ugh, the library’s never been my favorite place,” Anna muttered, glancing around with slight distaste. Just then, a woman approached them. She looked like she worked there, wearing a name tag and a warm smile. “Good morning, ladies. What brings you here today?” “We’re looking for ancient historical fantasy books,” Rhea explained. “Specifically anything about mystical creatures.” “Oh, we’ve got a few of those tucked away. Not many people are interested in that section anymore,” the woman said, already motioning for them to follow her. “They’re quite old. Some pages might be miss

Ancient books lined the shelves, their pages filled with forgotten knowledge, while relics of a bygone era adorned every surface. Curiosity led us deeper into the chamber, until we discovered an old journal, its leather cover aged and weathered. Lya carefully opened it, her eyes scanning the faded ink that adorned its pages. The words within were fragments of a lost history, a testament to the struggles and triumphs of those who had come before us.

I told the kids and they all smiled wide. I never confessed to them and probably never will, but I’m doing this for them, too. If I get good grades, hopefully I can get a good job and earn enough for all of us to have a decent life together once I’m of legal age. After waving goodbye to Milla and the kids, I set off to bury my head in as many history books as I could in the library. I was on the last page of ‘Salt: A World History’ when my phone started buzzing like crazy.

Nadine blushed. * * * Back at Nadine's apartment, she saw the books Madam Yvonne promised to lend her, on her doorstep. There were about five of them. A note which said Take everything you read with a pinch of salt. Fact and fiction are in the mix was behind the cover of the first book. Nadine carefully carried them in because they looked like they were really old. She was so eager that without eating, she began to peruse the books. They were written by various physicians, historians and hunters.

“Goodnight, mama.” I watched her walk out the door and I decided I should probably do the same. I was on my way down the stairs when I passed the second floor, home of the library. I paused and then darted inside. I went straight to the history section, and found myself facing two full aisles of books. I went down the first one and walked until I saw ‘Hollow Brook’. I grabbed the first book I saw and then a couple others as I thumbed over them. If I Was going to start learning the history of the packs, I may as well start with this one.

Some people just have the strangest combination of words. I yawned into my hand before taking out my paperback novel. Historical romance was my thing. I like to lose myself in the old words, petticoats, and lords that fell head over heels with the maid or the wallflower. I eyed the streets. Almost two stops from my destiny, but traffic had made my travel time longer. I texted the mom not to worry, that I was on my way and she called me right away.