Novel & Cerita Arthur Adventure Books

“Especially if they can’t reach you. We need to get her dressed and get out of here.” “The people see what I allow them to see, Richard,” Arthur replied. He didn’t even glance back. His focus was entirely on me, his eyes dark with a hunger that made my stomach flip. It was terrifying, but I hated the way my pulse jumped in response. I hated that even now, I wanted him to keep looking. “What is this place?” I whispered. My voice sounded small. “This is the truth,” Arthur said. He led me to a safe fixed to the corner of the wall. He spun the dial, the clicks echoing in the quiet room, and pulled out a thick leather binder. He dropped it onto a small desk and flipped it open.

He chuckled lightly, sparking a brief moment of intrigue in Clara’s demeanor. Taking this opportunity, Marley leaned forward. “How about you start, Arthur? Tell us about the most daring thing you did when you were Clara’s age.” Arthur’s brow furrowed in thought. Then, slowly, a glimmer of mischief sparkled in his eyes. “Well, I remember when I decided to sneak into the old tool shed to build a treehouse. I had no idea what I was doing, but it felt exhilarating to be out there with my friends.”

I gasped as I looked back up at Xipher, and he smiled and softly nodded his head. “A storm is coming.” He said in a voice that sent dreaded shivers through my body as I turned, looking out over the glowing land. To Be Continued in BOOK THREE “GUARDIANS KINGDOMS”

I said and swept the things off the table. The bottle of rum fell on the ground and shattered while the goblet rolled towards my brother. I let out a dry laugh as I saw him jump over the goblet. The illusions were getting livelier by the day. I wouldn’t be surprised if Aurora appears and kissed me someday. Splash! A sudden deluge of water made me suck in my breath. I rubbed my eyes and looked at my brother standing with a glass of water. F***! He was real. Aslan had returned.

******** That night at home, Arthur ran into my arms the second I opened the door. “Mom!” I lifted him, breathing him in like always. “Guess what?” he said. “What?” “I drew a dinosaur with wings.” “That’s terrifying.” I laughed. He giggled. Then I knelt in front of him. “Uncle Vieri had a little accident at work,” I said gently. “He fell.” Arthur’s eyes widened. “Is he okay?” “He will be.” “Can I visit him tomorrow?” My chest warmed. “Of course you can.”

Suddenly I felt heat growing through my body to my face. And it wasn’t even hot. Arthur smirked. He smirked, maybe at seeing how miserable I looked, before taking a step back. “We should rest soon, dear wife. We don’t want to tire ourselves out.” With that, he started working and I followed after him. I couldn’t sleep on the couch now. Maybe in the room, there would be a way around it. But there wasn’t. Everything about it screamed Arthur. From the black wall, to the black and white bed, and then the shelf, filled with books. I walked to them, surprised he had so many books around.

That paragraph did spark something in his interest. He may not know who that Arthur is but he sure did hear about him a couple of times. Some of them were when the teachers were talking about burning all of the copies of the book that he made. Cyril was still in his 5th grade at that time. That's why the memory is only a blurred one and not every word got stuck into his mind. The only sure thing that made him certain today that it was the same Arthur they were talking about is when he saw the book cover from Hera’s book again. Which now made him think to himself. Who is Arthur and what really happened to him?

I said, narrowing my eyes at him, making him sigh and rummage through the pile. He handed me a fantasy book about King Arthur, Merlin, and his nights. And so we found our evenings either lounging on the couch or snuggled up in bed so he could see the random pages of beautiful art that came along as we worked through the story. We kept up with the chickens and the boys kept up changing out the water on the plants whose roots were growing to Louis's delight.

I thought: she has been getting the not-being-alone from books because the not-being-alone was not reliably available from the rooms she was in. I looked at the volume in my hand. Arthur was pulling a sixth book from a shelf near the back of the shop. He turned and held it out and I crossed the space to take it and I looked at the cover and opened to the first page and read the first paragraph and I thought: yes. I thought: this one especially. "Six," Arthur said. "Six," I said. He looked at me over the reading glasses he had put back on. "You know her well," he said. "For someone who's never bought her a book before."

Edric muttered under his breath as he arranged the books and parchments on his desk. Arth took his time to look around the den. Shelves made of redwood had stored and contained a few books, rolled scrolls, and parchments. He came into a cabinet and opened it, revealing a couple of clothes and hides, including boots, gloves, and capes. The next shelf displayed a sword and armor. Arth touched the cold blade of the sword and remembered Blackwinter before. Though he had acquired the Legendary Cursed Sword of Glacia, he still missed his first sword, the only sword that had been with him growing up and training as a warrior.