Novel & Cerita Best Arthurian Fiction

Lyon felt shiver down his spine as the events seemed like it had happened right in front of him before, it was as if he was seeing a de javu. “Interesting…” Arthur said with a sinister grin on his face. Chapter End.

Wolves were whispering, elders were standing, some rushing out in fear. Arthur, King of the West, chuckled darkly. “I guess the Red Moon isn’t as peaceful as we all thought.” Rowan’s gaze snapped to him. “Watch your tongue before I twist it out,” he said in a low growl that made the candles flicker. Arthur smirked. “Oh, I’m just surprised. Didn’t know murderers were welcome here.” “Leave, Arthur,” Rowan snarled, his eyes glowing gold. “Before I make you.”

Arthur turned from Daphne, “He’s insane. He lured us into a trap then wanted a fair fight.” “They're all just tools! We are special, Arthur! We have to fight, so we can decide who is qualified!” He growled and felt himself trembling with fury thinking of it. He couldn’t tell Daphne all of what he said. It would only make her ask more questions, and he didn’t want to lie to her. He didn’t trust Sharp Armor, but he didn’t think of tools. He didn’t think this madness that was in the royal bloodline made them anything but crazy, and Arthur had no intention of challenging Owen to be sure of who was qualified.

Arthur is eight year old now . As usual August was spending his days researching during this he disovered Alchemy . ''Arthur come here look what i have found '' he caled out . '' What happened dad ?'' Arthur came rushing out . '' See this i was doing some work on this and this metal it has turned into a little bit of gold '' said August pointing towards his desk . ''What how is this possible this is iron isn't it ?how can it turn into gold '' asked little Arthur wondering how this happened .

Amongst them, Ares was forgiving. Arthurian, the first among the twins. He had heterochromia, his left eye red, and the other— blue. His hair, black. One can see him in only two places in the Dark City — the archives and the night inn— for sure, surrounded by ladies. He was called the snake of the family, the master of whisperers, and the Midnight Legion's source of intel. He is conniving, conning, and sly. When one lays eyes on his pink-colored robes, one must be careful to speak.

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?'

Arthur was startled but said indignantly, “Guardian! Ever since I joined Brock, I’ve regarded myself as a member of Ethereal Tower, not the Progenitor Emperor of Florence. “I grieve deeply for Brock’s death. Since the Wolf King killed him, he must naturally pay the price. Only then will justice be served!” At that point, Arthur continued, “If not for my inadequate strength, I would’ve killed Andrius personally and come back with his head...” Arthur was indeed a cunning old fox who lived for several centuries. His acting overshadowed even that of Oscar Award winners. Brock seemed to believe him slightly more. “Okay, I’ll believe you this time. You’d best not be lying to me.” He snorted coldly

I cannot help but wonder just what exactly our predecessors did, to invoke such wrath from the witches and vampires. Looking at the book, I do not recall ever seeing it. No matter how much I try, I cannot seem to recall ever seeing this particular book. Could it be that Arthur had it all along? If he did, how come he has not set foot in the backyard lab at all? Arthur is the master of medicine. His medical knowledge is unparalleled. If he had seen this book, he would have been locked up in the lab trying to come up with antidotes. He would not have come out no matter what. His knowledge of traditional medicine and how he infuses it with modern medicine makes his skills stand out.

It’s in that instance that what had happened was for the best. Arthur has already been through so much. His body already in turmoil. If he had taken that potion there’s no way his body would have the strength to fight off the poison. What Cathy did was brave and necessary. I take several deep breathes and turn to be more engulfed by Arthur’s embrace. Maybe it’s the intensity of events, or all the rest he’s been getting, or maybe it’s my wishful thinking but h feels stronger and I’m letting myself grip onto this. Weather it’s true or not.

As soon as he spoke those words, Arthur Young blasted out a punch and directly smashed a nearby fighter who wanted to rush up to him, causing the fighter to fly away. Of the Three Kings, Arthur was the strongest among his peers. “Go!” Under Arthur’s escort, the people who guarded Draco Summers had naturally gained some confidence to escape. Bran Biven, who was opposite them, was still in a dazed state. It was obvious that he was stunned by Arthur’s behavior earlier.