Arthur Adventure Books Novels & Stories

Greetings to all my wonderful readers! As you've likely noticed, I have actual artwork of my characters for the cover of my book now. This was a commission I paid for from a very dear artist friend by the name of Rydi on DeviantART also known as lucia-garcia on ArtCorgi. We've known each other for a long time now, and I was super happy she gave me permission to use the old commissions in this way, so if you like her style, feel free to check her out.

"I'm afraid I'm not instructed to share such information but he did leave something for you. He said it's beside your dinner that he prepared." I politely went to the kitchen and saw the pasta Arthur cooked for me with a stacks of books right beside it. I looked at it seeing that it's a compiled history about mythological creatures and written on a post it on it was: "This is from our ancient library, go seek your answers little lady." And just as I flipped through the books, I cut my fingers and instinctively let my mouth touch my blood as I muttered, "Ah paper cut." It wasn't anything serious but for some reason... I felt off. Like something is bound to happen, something that no one can sa

A chapter book. The Hobbit. Aurora looked up from where she was tucking Ethan in. "That's... ambitious," she whispered, eyeing the thick paperback. "It's a classic," Liam defended, stepping into the room. "And it has dragons. And treasure. And a very small hero who goes on a big adventure." He looked at Ethan. "What do you think, Tiger? Ready for a real quest?" Ethan’s eyes widened. "Does it have swords?" "Lots of swords," Liam promised.

“Defeated by a four-year-old and a cushion moat.” “He is simply prioritizing his actual legacy,” I replied, moving toward them, carrying Clara’s bottle. Arthur finally emerged from under the chair, slightly breathless but victorious. He stood, brushing the lint off his knees. “Ah, Elara. The cavalry has arrived. I have successfully neutralized the thread count threat, but I fear my joints have filed a formal complaint.” I kissed his cheek. “You’re wonderful, Arthur. But perhaps we should save the orthopedic drama until after the papers are signed.”

In fact, his breakthrough was so recent that only Village Head Fan, Samoa, and his master, Frowning Tiger, knew. “It wouldn’t have been easy. But it would have made it possible for us to escape.” Arthur shook his head and countered. Samoa only sighed in response. Just like him, Arthur was very intelligent. The reason Arthur was friends with the members of the Enchanted Forest’s Scouting Party was simply because he was interested in Magical Beasts. His father didn’t allow him to leave the village, so Arthur explored the world by reading. Books were rare in this world, so it cost Village Head Fan a fortune to procure them. But it was better than keeping his son cooped up with nothing to do. If

is the same with humans, when a king is not served by something he sells it or makes deals for it," in that at sunset, it began to fill with people and both stopped talking, better they got to help, Set attended as a waiter. When the sun had already set, Mathew went out and lit the campfire, Set came out too, there were the same people, and Mathew began, "well, the 2 dragons left their energy, but they left us a hope, it is said that at the midpoint of the whole world in both halves, they left a treasure each, and whoever weighs it , will bethe retainer of their powers, it is only a legend, but the truth is that 100 years ago many people came out of the walls to find those treasures, th

The woman pointed towards an embarrassed golden-blonde-haired boy, his head hung low in shame as some of the other students snickered at him. Emerald eyes stared at the blonde-haired boy and couldn't help but think of the irony of his name. 'Arthur Pendragon. A famous and legendary person from my old world. Sadly, I don't get that same inspiring feeling that is usually depicted in movies and television shows when I look at him. From what I know, Arthur is always failing the courses that teach students how to utilize their magic and he barely passed his last two Final Exams. I wonder why he's having such a hard time with his magic?'

Her competence was a silent reprimand. “Arthur left more than just the house,” she said later, her voice echoing in the vast, book-lined library. Dust motes danced in the slants of pale sunlight breaking through the clouds. She was running a finger along the spines of leather-bound books. “He left a puzzle. He told me once he would.” Liam, who had been staring out at the dripping garden, turned. “What kind of puzzle?” “The kind meant for us.” She pulled a volume from the shelf—a dense, philosophical text he remembered Arthur favoring. Tucked inside was a single, cream-colored key. “He believed people are their truest selves under pressure. In a game. He designed one for us.”

The more I did it, the more I felt I wanted to throw my brain out. “Maybe it was the bed” I found something to blame other than my annoying mind, messing with me. I got off the bed to my reading table and once again tried to read the book, but I instead, placed the book down, opening my laptop and the browser. I typed in Arthur's name in the search bar and was about to click the search button when I changed it to 'Arthur the professional biker'. Crazy, but that was my best bet and fortunately, I didn't need to worry as he came up once it stopped loading. “Killian Arthur Floyd” I spelt out his full name slowly.

It would be like a fresh start for our relationship, a chance to do things right this time. Arthur finds me in the kitchen nursing a cup of tea, looking surprisingly domestic with his sleeves rolled up and his tie long discarded. “He’s asleep,” he says, nodding toward Miles’ room. “That dinosaur book is quite the story.” “It’s his favorite. He makes me read it at least once a week.” “I can see why. Very compelling plot.” Arthur moves to the sink, running water to fill a glass. The simple domesticity of the gesture makes my heart ache with longing for what we once had, but also makes my heart soar for we might have again.