Arthur's Grave Novels & Stories

"If something happens to me,please tell Ian to check Arthur's grave." "You–" Everything turned black.

ME: I’m going to meet Zeus Harper; don’t you think I need back up? MORGAN: Fine! Where? ME: I'm currently sight seeing his territory. The fake funeral worked; I could enter easily. Meet me where the funeral’s supposed to happen. We texted back and got a response of an evil yes. Arthur turned around to leave, his eyes not matching mine as someone picks up the dead body lying before us. “Arthur…” he halted. “Are you---” I couldn’t make my mind if I wanted to ask it or not, because I'm not sure if I'm going the like the answer. “Never mind…” I waved my hand casually and he turned being unbothered.

It was indeed a pleasant surprise. Arthur was a cool man who liked minding his own business. He was not in attendance for Shane's burial but Kane recalled him calling and expressing his profound apology for missing it. He was an oceanographer and at the time of Shane's burial he had been on duty with his team somewhere in the Atlantic region. "No more pleasant than it is to see you, my boy! Mehn you've become really buff. Life's treating you good now, eh?" Arthur said, giving a lopsided grin.

Their blood pooling near her feet. Everyone stilled for a second.... Arnold's and Arthur were frozen in shock ,eyes fixed at the dead bodies of the rogues surrounding them. Dead. All with just only one single slash. To look up at Vera in disbelief. Offering her hand to her father,she looks at him. And Arthur never felt so proud before. Holding her hand,he takes it to get up and clean the dirt on his clothes. His eyes having tears in them. Tears of having a daughter like her.

“How long will you reject your mate bond?” Yet Arthur couldn’t stop questioning the reason why the moon goddess has mated him to a human girl. His eyes fell on the wall clock; it was some hours left to his birthday. He grabbed his coat, bundled himself up and headed out of the house. In his mind, if he was really going to die then he should die where his dead body would never be discovered by anyone. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Kalus and Gamma Ralph pull the bodies of the dead men, dragging them through their pool of blood. And the last man who Alpha Arthur spared his life, picks up the heads of the other men before stepping away. The scene was unbelievable. Alpha Arthur casually walks toward his throne and sits on it. Stretching his hand at me, “Come, Elara. Come sit with me,” the faint smile still playing on his lips. A soft sigh escapes my lips. I hesitated for a while before moving toward the throne to join him. Am I scared of Alpha Arthur? Or just surprise? I don’t know. But I’m fully aware of how ruthless he can be, so why am I still in shock?

“Unlce, please. Not here. Not like this…” “Where then?!” Arthur shouts. “At her funeral? After your beloved son and brother has done all he wants with her in life and possibly, disgustingly in death too? I will kill him!” The crowd is watching now and they’re openly staring, its not everyday you see someone yelling so furiously at someone, not to talk of it being in an elite party such as this. But Arthur doesn’t care. Let them look. Let them see. And then he sees her.

I tightened my grip around arthurs heart ripping it from his body as i flow back wards slambing into a tree arthurs heart flying from my hand. His head ached, my eyes blurring at the edges. I pushed myself up, arms shaking, as Liz ran towards her lifeless mate's body. “Arthur”, she cried. She dropped to her knees beside him, one hand grabbing his hand, the other hovering inches from his cheek. “No Arthur, please, you can't leave me”, she begged. I staggered to my feet. “You're too late, darling”, I laughed. Liz froze, her body locking up.

“You just have to trust and understand that I mean you, or your brother, no harm at all.” “Trust you?” A sarcastic scoff. “I already did that once. I won't make the same mistake again. Leave.” I shook my head. “This is public property. You can't make me leave.” I didn't want to argue with him, but I couldn't leave this place now. Especially not when I had discovered information that changed how I viewed everything. Arthur's death wasn't done by an amateur wolf like we had been made to believe. Whoever killed him, did so purposely, and didn't bother to hide their form from humans. It was like they actually wanted to be seen; like they wanted us to be discovered.

Lucas, Chris, Weimei, Jazz, Art, and Almira accompanied me as well and tried to comfort me for my loss. The funeral went quick. It only held the day after the incident because Art wanted Arthur to be in peace now, just like what they did to their parents. So they didn't hold extravagant visits but only kept private to ourselves. Arthur's grave was beside his parent, which was also close to my parents.