Young Adult Books Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

The guy never seemed to give up. “I just want to talk, Liora,” he said, sauntering after me. “Well, I don’t.” I ran my finger across the spines of some books and selected one—the title was “The History of Witches: From Soothsayers of Historical Courts to Modern-Day Frauds”. I added that one to the growing stack in my arms and kept walking, picking up my pace this time. Zane chuffed and jogged after me. “Would this change your mind?” Before I could get away, Zane held something in front of my face: two pieces of paper. I frowned and took a step back, swatting his hand out of my way.

“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

I shook my head frantically, trying to remove the unwanted memories. I pulled a volume from the shelf at random, carrying it to a nearby reading chair positioned beneath a lamp. The leather was worn smooth with age, the pages yellowed but still crisp. A history of the Great Wars, written centuries ago. I lost myself in the text, my troubles temporarily forgotten as I absorbed tales of ancient battles and long-dead heroes. When that book was finished, I found another. Then another. It was in a section labeled "Bloodlines and Legacy" that I found something that made my heart race.

The voice on the other end of the line rose, cutting through the speaker so sharply it seemed to rattle the dishes on the table. "I found Julian 440 yards above Camp One, at the bottom of a cliff. His whole body is frozen solid. And he was still clutching a torn piece of note in his hand."

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.

I was trying to build a bridge between them, one noble fact at a time. My satchel thumped gently against my side as I searched for a title I hadn’t read yet: The Council of Nine – Founding Politics and Modern Reform. Sexy stuff. Just the kind of bedtime story that might keep me and my mom alive. I rounded the corner into the historical law section and nearly collided with two women whispering between the shelves. They jumped back, blinking at me like I’d walked in on something scandalous. “Oh,” one said quickly. “Sorry. We thought no one came here.”

One of the girls who found Sonia ‘cool’ then asked, “What's your favorite book?” A lot of books were her favorite, but she ditched them all to say, “You probably haven't heard of it. It's called The Age of Exploration.” She felt Darrell look her way as soon as she said this, but she pretended not to have noticed. “It's a history book, actually,” she continued. The teens' faces scrunched up in distaste. “History?” one of them groaned. “Ugh, boring.” “Yeah, who wants to read about a bunch of old dead guys?” Another one chimed in.

Stopped. Walked in. A kid, maybe twenty, stood behind the counter, staring at his phone. "Do you have books for teenagers?" He looked up. "Like, Young Adult?" "I don't know. Sixteen-year-olds." "Yeah. YA section's in the back." I walked to the back. Found shelves labeled Young Adult Fiction. Pulled out a book at random. Read the back. Something about dragons. Shoved it back in. Pulled out another. Read the back.

Then she remembered- while she was exploring her room, she had seen one of the cupboards that had books in it, and she went in search of one. She found a few titles and decided to stick to some historical romance she found, about the Comanche warriors and blood moons, Texans, war and the Prairie. It was just as she sat down that she heard Charity's familiar knocking pattern. Pulling open the door, she saw her friends and ushered them in.

It was like searching for a needle in a haystack, and with every passing minute, the urgency only grew. But then, as I was about to give up for the night, something caught my eye—a small, weathered book tucked away on the bottom shelf. Its cover was faded, the title barely legible, but there was something about it that drew me in. I carefully pulled it from the shelf, the pages brittle and yellowed with age. The title read, *The Lost Chronicles: A History of the Ancient Magics*. My heart raced as I opened the book, scanning the pages for anything that might be relevant. It wasn’t long before I found a section that made my breath catch in my throat.