Novel & Cerita Best Arthurian Fiction

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

She had sneaked into the library quite a few times before to know the way around it. One after another books appeared, and finally after summoning at least twenty books, she exclaimed, “Finally!” Arthur huffed loudly and moved closer and read the title of the book, “The Bestiary.” “I have read this,” Arthur spoke without any interest. “So, can you tell me what kind of beast are we dealing with here?” Mila asked. Arthur just shrugged.

“I’ll ring these up and bill Master McCabe.” “Oh, that’s not necessary. I can afford a couple of books myself.” Hana tried to stop Finch, following him to the register. “So…did we stop here for Hana to get her ancient book fix? And oo those look interesting. You’re sharing.” Pam asked, leaning on the counter to see what books Hana was getting. “This book itself is two hundred dollars.” Finch held up the first edition of Jannot: A French Rabbit by Mireille Marokvia. “And this one is five hundred twenty-five.” He held up the copy of The Birth, life, and Acts of King Arthur by Thomas Malory.

Arthur murmurs softly against her ear. Bethany chuckles lowly, the sound curling around them. “Say one more thing like that and I’m making you write poetry. Your words since have been feeling like ones from romantic poetry, and I am not complaining.” Arthur tilts his head, a mischievous smile curling his lips slightly upwards. “You wouldn’t like my poetry. It would be all about your thighs and the strength they’ve got.” She gasps in mock offense, smacking his chest lightly, desperately holding in loud laughter. “You’re such a menace.”

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.

“Constantine, if we’re going to stand any chance against Agnes and her dark magic, we need an edge. Something the elders won’t see coming.” Constantine, her face etched with determination, nodded. “I know, Isolde. We can’t let Agnes’s underhanded tactics win this contest. But what can we do?” Isolde’s eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as she whispered, “Mountain ash.” Constantine frowned, puzzled. “Mountain ash? How can that help us?” Isolde explained, “Mountain ash is a powerful elemental substance. If we incorporate it into our spells during the ritual, it could give us an advantage. Agnes won’t see it coming, and it might disrupt her dark magic.”

“Tsk! I’ve been thinking about it and I realize that I couldn’t miss this for the world and books.” An echoing footstep sounded. With the smile and the sinister one that they both knew and recognize from him. Arthur came, now sitting beside HIM but only temporarily. For his shard existence and his very soul is about to be place back to where it should belong. But not until his tainted heart and a bit is cleared. “You do know more than anyone that, you should be pure and without any flaws, right, Arthur?” “Tsk! You do not need to remind me of that one. I am currently doing it as we speak, besides, one thing that I can assure you right now. Before the death festival starts and the book will op