Best Arthurian Legend Books Novels & Stories

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.

Edric muttered under his breath as he arranged the books and parchments on his desk. Arth took his time to look around the den. Shelves made of redwood had stored and contained a few books, rolled scrolls, and parchments. He came into a cabinet and opened it, revealing a couple of clothes and hides, including boots, gloves, and capes. The next shelf displayed a sword and armor. Arth touched the cold blade of the sword and remembered Blackwinter before. Though he had acquired the Legendary Cursed Sword of Glacia, he still missed his first sword, the only sword that had been with him growing up and training as a warrior.

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?'

“Martha told me what Arthurio said, but we disagree with him. We will not back down and will continue our private lessons. If it were up to me, I would ask you to also come on Friday nights, but it’d then become more difficult to keep it a secret. I was very proud to hear how you quickly beheaded five capacuns.” “Thank you, I used one of the spells you taught me. As much as I was skeptical about the necessity for additional lessons at first, I will admit that they have turned out to be very useful, and I am thankful for them. I am sure that Lord Meozo will send more people after me. I will kill them all if I need to.” “Aah, I’m happy to hear that!” said Swope, smiling. “What you just said pr

“Not now. Lucen Dorne’s power, after ten years perfecting his ceremony, is already on a level we cannot imagine. Facing him now is the same as suicide.” He turned and walked toward a niche in the temple wall hidden behind an old tapestry. “While hiding here,” he continued as he pulled out an ancient book filled with writings, its surface covered in carvings that were nearly unreadable, “I found something. A forgotten legend, a story considered a fairy tale even by the historians of Zha'mar.” He placed the book upon the stone altar. “This legend speaks of the only power capable of opposing the primordial magic Lucen is using. Not ice techniques, not wind formations. But raw power, the power o

Somewhere above me a window was letting in a thin slice of afternoon light, and dust hung in it, turning slowly. Then one book caught my eye. It was older than the ones around it, the spine cracked in a way that meant it had been pulled out and put back a hundred times, by a hundred different hands, over however many years the library had stood there. The Legend of the Lycan Kings. I said the title out loud, mostly just to hear my own voice do something normal, and pulled it free. It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age.

"This meeting is only for those with active brain. Everybody can as well leave." Oh it is about to go down. Zane's head nearly rolled off his head in shock, “Did you just call me brain dead?” "If you could clearly understand what I said then you shouldn’t be bothered by the insult." Caius kept his tone perfectly pleasant. "Now no more distractions." While everyone was busy observing Caius’ drawings, I noticed what Lysander came in with. "What is that?" I asked, moving closer. "Legend book from the archive." Lysander opened it carefully. "Says your pendant can summon royal guardian wolves."

“So our only hope of restoring it … is to find the Frostcalibur?” Jade made no reply as he gently placed the big book on another empty table. “Let me guess, you also have no knowledge about the three legendary weapons?” Arth raised both eyebrows, shaking his head. ‘Three legendary weapons? There are two more weapons aside from the Frostcalibur?’ he thought. “How come you still don’t realize it? If our Power Crystal is empowered by the legendary Frostcalibur, of course, the other two crystals have their own legendary weapons too!” Jade opened the book and then turned the old pages. A moment after, he stopped and pointed at the page.

I've heard that the books one has read will melt into his bones, blood, and thoughts. You can basically assume what kind of person that person is by what kind of books he likes to read. These books show signs of having been read, and Arthur would have read them all. Maybe he couldn't remember all the contents of the books. But such focus and perseverance make him an amazing leader. Why wouldn't I trust a knowledgeable and courteous Arthur, but rather doubt Arthur after hearing a few words from asshole Mark? I shouldn't have doubted Arthur. I just, I feel uneasy when Arthur's not around.

Naomi lifted a decorated gift box from the floor and handed it to Gwendolyn. Gwendolyn happily ripped the box open and brought out a book bound in thick leather. Her eyes lit up when she saw the title. «Legend Of The Demon Prince, Anubis» "You didn't." She gasped. Naomi laughed as Gwendolyn flew into her arms in a tight embrace. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." She gushed happily. She pulled back and stared at the book unbelievably, eagerly flipping through the pages. Ever since she turned sixteen, she had pestered both her parents for a copy of that book. It was her favourite story, a story that had been told for many generations.