Best Novels About King Arthur Novels & Stories

The old wooden shelves were heavy with books, and the scent of dust and ink was oddly calming. Cat pulled out a thick anthology of Arthurian legends and flopped into one of the deep armchairs near the back. Cat held up the book, showing an illustration of Guinevere and Lancelot. The queen looked regal and heartbroken. The knight? Devoted and tragic. “Drama. Romance. Betrayal,” Cat whispered. “This is gonna be so juicy.” Elara traced the drawing with her eyes. It was a story as old as time. A woman caught between duty and desire. A man willing to risk it all.

“His name was Arthur; he was the first Royal of your line, Your Majesty.” His namesake. Arthur wet his lips. “What can you tell me about him?” “King Arthur I united the werewolf kingdoms under his banner to fight the vampires… my grandmother said he didn’t want to be king. He only wanted peace.” “Was he successful?” “They say that the time of King Arthur I was one of the most peaceful times of the werewolf kingdom… followed closely by your grandfather’s reign.” He thanked her for the information and left. “Your Majesty?” He stopped and looked back at her. “If you are interested in learning more about King Arthur I, his office is in the north wing on the first floor.”

Veiled Valley is covered by clouds below, nothing but the glow of the neon lights from the arts district to distinguish the kingdom from the storm raging through the valley, but within minutes, we’re standing in the foyer of the massive, cavernous library overlooking the city below, shedding our wet coats and cloaks. Soren shakes out his hat as voices drift down the narrow stone corridor–Misty’s voice lifted over what I know is Ryatt, and the man of the hour, Arthur himself. Ryatt is leaning against a wooden table when we walk into the first room of the multi-level library. Shelves stretch to the ceiling, and the exterior wall is completely made of glass that usually gives a view of the city

’ Alexis looked at her incredulously, ‘Are you trying to tell me this whole King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table mythology is for real? I mean, you are implying that my little mate is related to an ancient Warlock who might not even have existed?’ He shook his head and gave Morgana a wry grin, 'Aww come on Morgana it's a faery tale made up by Hollywood to sell a film, King Arthur never existed and as for Merlin, come on Morgana he would

Thaddeus said. “It could be anything. The black witch being here in Avalon.” He said. “Avalon? Are we going to run into King Arthur while we’re here?” I asked. “Probably not. He keeps to himself around here.” Thaddeus said, very casually. But I looked at him like he was crazy . “King Arthur died hundreds of years ago.” I said. “I don’t know what they’ve been telling you in your world. But here, King Arthur is very much alive.” He said.

“The king needed your help? Ha! Don't play me for a fool Aurora.“ “I am telling you the truth.“ “So why are you just arriving?“ Aurora has never seen her sister this upset. “It was something that couldn't be finished quickly.“ “And you can't tell me what it is right?“ “Yes Gwen, I can't.“ Gwen shook her head in amazement. “You know I hate it when people treat me like i am a fool. You want me to believe that he needed you to do something for him, You, a mere maid!“ “Yes Gwen, is that so hard to believe?“ Aurora's voice had raised higher. “Yes, first it was you who got the king to realize that Lisa was innocent, now you go on an escapade with him.“ “I didn't make him believe anything, I only g

Arthur repeated, not looking at any of them. He turned and walked toward the heavy oak doors. He did not run. He forced his strides to be long, even, and deliberate. Because kings do not run. Even when their blood is burning, their vision is darkening at the edges, and they can feel the apex predator of the court staring directly at their back. The moment the heavy doors of his private chambers clicked shut behind him, the illusion broke. Arthur stumbled forward, throwing the heavy, gold-lined cloak off his shoulders. It pooled on the floor like a dead thing. He reached the iron bolt of the door and slammed it home, breathing heavily, his forehead resting against the cool wood.

She rolled her eyes, got in, and folded her hands in anger as she refused to gaze at the soldier who sat beside her. The journey to the palace began as the horse galloped away, some villagers stood nearby as they watched it ride away. The great kingdom of Anedo was ruled by King Arthur, ruler of the neighboring seven kingdoms. He was a fierce king that governed with a hard hand, brutal to his enemies and merciless to his traitors. The Kings of the seven kingdoms were very much afraid that no one dared to overthrow his kingdom to take first place as the ruling kingdom. King Arthur has fought and won so many battles with just the stroke of his hands. He leads his soldiers into a war of victory

A new post pinned to the top: The King's Tutor: What Sophie Hart Knew and When She Knew It. I clicked on it. The first comment made my blood run cold. "She's been covering for him for weeks. She should be expelled. Or worse." The thread had three hundred replies. And it was climbing.

he said facing me with a cunning smile. “I think you remember the star of the show last night? I was hoping to find books that has stories about it,” I said as I lock my eyes with the shelves. Searching for a book that has anything to do with the past Lady Louise. I was too drawn in searching I forgot Sir Eugene was beside me. I felt his hand touched mine. I was shocked and looked at him “Ah...Sir…what are you looking for that even you have not noticed that we are very close with each other,” I said. “Oh, I am sorry but I was looking for a book about King Luthur and his wife. It seems there is none though, which is strange,” He said scratching his head.