Arthur Pendragon Guinevere Novels & Stories

The night air was cool, the street quiet until— “I don’t want to leave, Calvin! Let’s stay longer, please!” Guinevere’s voice sliced through the calm as she stumbled forward, clutching Calvin’s shirt like it was the only thing keeping her upright. “Calviiin… you’re not allowed to move,” she declared, swaying into him with a soft, reckless laugh. “Arthur, take her home,” Calvin ordered flatly, gently prying her off and nudging her toward Arthur. But the moment she felt a different chest, she melted again.

he yelled furiously. "You never said a damn word! You were too busy kicking me in the ass!” Rainer spouted back. The guard backed off and sighed, “It’s Arthur. My name is Arthur Pendragon, and I’m required to keep this on at all times.” “Wait. Like the king from the legends?" asked Rainer in awe. The elevator stopped and the doors opened to the floor that Rainer was familiar with "You talk too much." Arthur said as he stepped out. “I used to not say much, but I’m starting to see that was a bad thing.” replied Rainer.

He says gazing at me intensely. "What do you mean? Aren't you listening to me?" I ask him. "Trust me Morgana. Once you get your wolf, I'm the only one you'll be able to think about. This human boyfriend of yours won't even matter." He says firmly. "His name is Charles. Besides, we can always break the mate bond right?" I state "OUT OF THE QUESTION!" He says with a growl, his voice sounding authoritative and a shiver runs down my spine.

She arguably served as the first queen of the Kingdom of Arthur, through her marriage to its founder, King Arthur, though her level of personal involvement is unknown In the deep past, QD was a close friend to Mother Eve. She wrote Eve's history in the book known as the Evenicle and was present when the Archfiend Adan exploded, causing both the World of Eve and QD herself to split into pieces. The QD who remained in the same world as the Archfiend's Right Arm served as leader of the dragons for many years. One day, she was confronted by King Arthur and the exodus of humans coming from the north. They met and negotiated (an event that historians mischaracterized as a great battle), and agreed

It wouldn't surprise me if they were part of the lost Crown Jewels of England. "Do you really want to know?" he asked-the question becoming the norm between us now-carefully repositioning my long blonde hair so that it cascaded down my back again. I nodded, not quite sure if I really wanted to know or not. "Queen Guinevere," he replied casually. "The Guinevere? As in 'King Arthur and Lady Guinevere'?" I asked, stunned. He smiled at my reaction. "Yes, now we must hurry or we will be late," he said, ushering me toward the door, ending the conversation. But my mind raced on, enjoying the puzzle that he presented as we walked down the dimly lit hallway.

It wouldn’t surprise me if they were part of the lost Crown Jewels of England. “Do you really want to know?” he asked—the question becoming the norm between us now—carefully repositioning my long blonde hair so that it cascaded down my back again. I nodded, not quite sure if I really wanted to know or not. “Queen Guinevere,” he replied casually. “The Guinevere? As in ‘King Arthur and Lady Guinevere’?” I asked, stunned. He smiled at my reaction. “Yes, now we must hurry or we will be late,” he said, ushering me toward the door, ending the conversation. But my mind raced on, enjoying the puzzle that he presented as we walked down the dimly lit hallway.

Even as she tried to process what was going on, Athena’s eyes narrowed on the glinting diamond engagement ring she saw on Guinevere’s finger. Guinevere was engaged?

Rhys felt this was his cue to take it up a notch and snap her out before she got into another bout of crying. “Well then, I’ll be your knight in shining armor." He said it softly. He could feel her heart rate go down and her mood soften. "Okay, Prince Arthur, are you ready to go face the dragon with me?” “I’m going to ride with you, even till the end of the world. I would prefer to be Lancelot, though; he was cuter.” She chuckled. “Maybe I should be Gwen; I hope your sword is long and strong.” “Yes, it is strong, long, sharp, and shining, piercing through whatever it comes into contact with.”

That was when a sweet voice rang out right beside my ear. "Percy, you finally made it. I've been waiting for you." When I heard the voice, I turned my head and saw Guinevere walking toward me in a black evening gown. I gave her an icy look.

Why would Anberine need to have her name changed? Why would her aunt keep things a secret from even her niece? For some reason, it almost felt as if Merlia knew something was missing but could not piece together the very reason. Almost as if it was forced away from her before she could try to stop it, leaving her more frustrated than ever. “Her real name is Athena Pendragon… she is the great-granddaughter of the King's daughter who went missing years ago” Marcus explained leaving everyone stunned by his revelation. “She… she’s King Arthur’s descendant?!” Merlia’s voice shook as her legs buckled, causing her to knees to hit the ground painfully but she paid no heed to the stinging in her legs