Young Adult Books Historical Fiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I shut the tunnel door and went to the office with my mate, while we waited to find out what they found. I opened the box from my grandmother’s pantry and pulled out a book that measured twenty inches tall and eighteen inches wide. It was also eight inches thick. I picked up the book and sat it on my desk. Joshua smiled, “There is your pack history book, love.” I nodded, “I think so. The book itself is huge.” I opened the cover and immediately laid my eyes on some beautiful handwriting. The grammar reminded me of olde English language, and it was dated January eighteen, sixteen twenty-two. I gasped, “This is a really old book.” Joshua looked at the date that I was pointing too and gasped, “E

It could easily have been a school or a boarding school. Nathan's scent was in that hallway, so he assumed there must be something hidden there, but all he saw was an office. She went in, closing the door behind her. That place was the best place she had ever seen in her whole life, full of books and a lot of handwriting. She picked up the first book she found, and it was one of her favorites, only this was a first edition. She sat down on the nearest sofa and swung her legs up. The story takes place in rural England in the early 19th century.

We do still eat together in the dining room in the evening, all of us, from time to time, but a lot of times I will excuse myself and not go at all. Managing to get to the library is no problem. I do know that many of the other girls read, or pretend to, so I can’t spend too much time in here. If I can find a book or two about Maddox’s ancestry, I can take them back to my room and read them there. The historical nonfiction section of the library is one of the larger areas, so it may take me a while to find what I’m looking for. I peruse it slowly, checking the spines carefully to see if I can find a book that fits what I’m looking for. I don’t want to miss anything and have to go back over i

But no one could know that I was taking them food, I would be killed and if the Alpha didn’t kill the pack members, then starvation probably would. Some days I wished I had never started reading the books from the library. No one knew that I did and there were so many books in there that the Alpha would never notice one missing, so I had started taking one book at a time since I was old enough to read, I had read over half of the books in the library at this point. Purposely staying away from the novels. There were enough fantasies in my head, without adding to it. Instead, I stuck to history, pack lore, and the schoolbooks that were added to the shelves once Harley and Juliet were finished

Sadly, some people in Aurelia just didn't appreciate those of us who put our lives on the line to protect them. A few of the books I'd pulled were more recent, such as History of Alpha Academy and The History of the Great War, while others seemed to be ancient and unused to the point that I had to blow dust off of them. Those books had to do with the Genealogy of the packs and the biography of the last Alpha King. You'd think those would've been more important topics, but the average Aurelian was more concerned about their next meal than about werewolf history.

It was a history book; The History of Akira Pack, she rolled her eyes at how obvious the title was, and she was about to get comfy and dive into the book, then she recalled Gwen’s words and her eyes narrowed. Gwen talked about A book, not the books. Her eyes darted back to the pile of books, and she scooped them up and dumped on the bed, then began going through them. 7 out of the 8 books had very generic titles and looked to be recently written and published, but one of the books that was buried in the middle of the pile; that caught Kiara’s attention and she grabbed it. The Forgotten History by Alpha Kratos, undoubtedly one of the older Alphas that ruled the pack once, the book looked to b

"It teaches you about the French Revolution, which took place in the seventeen-nineties in the country of France. It is a good book if you like history or violence or exciting suspense. It is a love story, too. All in all, it is an excellent book." Jane started towards her seat. Relief mingled with pride. It was over now, the book and the report. If the length counted for anything, she would get an A plus. Her report hadn't been as long and flowery as Lucy's, but it had been more interesting and informative than Emily's. Maybe she'd even get an A for the trimester. If Jane were the one giving out grades, anyone who read a book with 422 pages would get an A for the year. But when she looked b

I glance at the cover of the book she slid across the counter: a Catherine Bybee novel. “Oh, wow, Mathilda. You’re a fan of Catherine Bybee?” I smile, genuinely impressed as I open the ledger. “It’s refreshing to see a teenager with such classic taste. Most girls your age are glued to their phones, but here you are, diving into a good romance.”

“One! You have more?” But she was already on her way out, gently closing the door behind her. I couldn’t help but think of how graceful Darynem were. Such a sharp contrast from what we had been taught back in Anoryl. I took a deep breath and stepped deeper into the library. Where would I even start? “The oldest books are at the farthest shelves, history books below and magic above. That’s the order” a voice echoed from down the lane. Out of the shadows emerged a thin and tall old lady. She had thin glasses that were propped on the bridge of her nose but couldn't hide her bright orange eyes. She was beautiful with her pale blonde hair that tumbled beyond her shoulders in waves. “Thank you”, I

"See you girls later." After zooming past the librarian, Gianna trudged between the massive book-filled shelves with the lingering hints of mustiness until she spotted a capitalized title of interest along Philipstown's history rank; COLDSPRING AS OF THE 1600s. She concentrated her weight on her toes as shortly as she reached the thick volumed book that looked worn out. Gianna comfortably settled in an isolated corner speculating on where to start. The impatient girl, seduced by laziness, decided to randomly flip through the black and white picture graced book when a set of bold letters snatched her scrutiny.