Arthur X John Novels & Stories

Close enough that they could get into any kind of act. Arthur nervously swallowed his saliva that was secreted in his throat. They stood like that for some time. Ethan tried to intimidate Arthur as much as possible despite knowing he was pressuring him to speak, say whatever it was Arthur wanted to talk about, secretly hoping to hear he is still stuck in the past with Ethan. But that would seem like a lie if Arthur says he is stuck in the past. It was clear to everyone that Arthur is a family man now and had gone far from being a college boy.

Julian staggered back again as his lips split open and blood spilled down his chin. “What’s the matter, puppy? Can’t handle a fifty-year-old?” Arthur smirked, kicking his leg out at Julian’s, trying to knock him down. “If anything else, being in jail has taught me the value of patience. I’ve had eleven long years to plan out what I’m going to do once I get out. It took a hell lot of patience.” But Julian saw it coming and caught his leg and twisted it, throwing Arthur to the floor. “You take care of your patience, I’ll look for an opportunity,” he said as he slammed his leg down on Arthur’s stomach.

Arthur had his legs kicked out sitting in an arm chair, a small coffee table placed next to the seat with several empty beer bottles littering it's surface. Arthur smiled as his body was given the occasional jolt or jostle as the tune would change. "You know I've heard business meetings can be quite strenuous. But this?... I gotta admit it's a strain I could happily live with. What are you doing here Arthur?" John's voice called out with a hint of resentment.

The person who had caused so many deaths was Arthur. Jhon was very surprised. He had been his employee for some years and out of jealousy towards his relationship with Jade he left, he was also the first one to ask the girl to leave when she was rescued. He separated from his wife and walked up to him with a very serious look on his face, as if he was going to hurt him with the knife the king had given him.

ARTHUR The last conversation with Mila forced Arthur to head out to meet his father the next morning. He was not desperate to mate with her physically, but he was desperate to know if she really was his true mate or not. And that was not possible until they have shared their bodies with each other.

Looking at my pack who are still fighting and holding their own against the weapons of the guards. My father begins to shift, his bones popping as they dislocate and rearrange themselves, and I find myself staring into the swirling cobalt eyes of Arthur. He’s the polar opposite of David, he’s evil, sadistic and a little crazy. A perfect soul matched to my father. He lunges forwards to attack; I shift my weight onto my heals and twist as I use his trajectory against him and throw him into a nearby tree.

Arthur shifted back to his human form, his eyes blazing as he turned to Oliver. “This is your last chance,” Arthur warned. “Let her go.” Oliver’s claws dug into my neck, drawing a sharp pain that made me wince. “You can’t scare me,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. Arthur lunged at him, his speed blinding. He tore me free from Oliver’s grip, pulling me into his arms. Oliver stumbled back but grabbed Arthur and they both fell off the building. I rushed towards the place where they fell down, it was like a story building down. I sighted Oliver on the ground but Arthur wasn't there, he was holding onto a broken rod.

"Get out here!" ​Julian Thorne stepped out from the shadows of the basement stairwell, his shoulder bandaged, his face a mask of terror. He held a small, black remote in his hand. ​"I told you they'd come, Arthur," Julian whispered, his voice shaking. "I told you they wouldn't just run." ​"Of course they wouldn't," Arthur said, standing up. He was taller than Xavier, a towering figure of shadow and grey hair. "They're in love. And love is the most predictable variable in the world."

Carl fell to the ground, clutching his stomach as blood gushed out of his mouth. "Your majesty, are you alright," Arnold yelled glancing at Arthur." Arthur let out a burst of laughter. "I won Carl, I won. I finally defeated you," Arthur said, taking slow steps towards Carl. Carl fixates his weak gaze on Arthur. 'I won't be dying alone,' he mumbled inwardly. And before Arthur and Arnold knew what was happening, Carl used all his strength to launch an attack, on Arthur, plunging his sword into his heart.

- Arthur, as he blocks the path of John Carl but John Carl is persistent. He extends his hand towards Mary Ann “I said stop!”- Arthur, he immediately punches John Carl in the face! *punch* His hand hits John Carl’s face hard! but to his surprise, John Carl was not fazed! his fist only stuck on its face and not budging him! “Me Ann it's me! Why can’t you remember me!? It's me John Carl!”- John Carl, he is pleading so hard and trying to reach Mary Ann.