Camelot Round Table Novels & Stories

Kimberly rolled next and got a nine, which meant she qualified for the next round. She turned and saw Vladimir , the head of the Russian cartel enter the casino from the back door and made his way into a demarcated section which was restricted. The second round had started, and it was her turn to play. She rolled a six this time, and continued her survey of the place. Looking through the large window, she saw an hotel across the parking lot, which she could easily set up in, but the random movement of people in the room meant that there a likelyhood that she would be obstructed while trying to hit her mark.

Three tables were elevated compared to the others. At the table in the center were Evanora, Yasmin, Axel, and a few more high-ranking witches that James met before. On the right side was another one, set for six people. Talia, Drake, Liam, and Amelia were there already, and Cornelia told James that two empty seats at that table were theirs to take. On the left from the main table were four healers from the Midnight Guardians pack, Keith, and Cassandra. There were many other tables arranged through the garden, with witches eating and drinking. The nearby females were shamelessly checking out James despite Cornelia’s obvious displeasure.

I stuck my head inside and said, "Hey, lets go to my office instead. I want total privacy for this conversation." They quickly packed up and went after me to my office. We entered and I led them to my table. A medium sized round table with six chairs and built in outlets under the tabletop. "Ah...the knights have gathered at the round table once again." Jonathan joked. I gave him a small smile, "Indeed. And know this knight needs to create a battle plan with you" "nonono...my dear. You are our Queen! Mags and I are your humble servants. Your knights in shining armor! If you can call Armani and Prada suits for armor. Nothing but the best for our Queen in her hour of need!"

The table separating all of them is spacious enough to make them take a perfect look at one another. “Alpha Damon of the Crescent Moon Pack Alpha Frederick of the Woodville Pack Alpha Xander of the Northern Capital Pack. Alpha Lucas of the Southern Tail Pack. And lastly, Luna Olivia of the Red Moon Pack.” An announcement is made through Kade before he sits down at the head of the table. With each acknowledgement that he makes, each owner of the name he calls makes a gesture of their presence. When he’s finished, he starts. “Would you like to get treated to some food?”

“Which is why I didn’t want any of them to bring it up to you at this point. We need a better plan, one with actual strategy.” “A small chance is better than none,” Lamorak intercedes. Many of the knights nod their approval and agreement. “We do not have enough forces to defeat Mab with the entire Fae court still under her control. We need all of the high paladins back. We need to reinstate the Round Table.” “What is the cost?” I avoid placing a hand over my stomach, not wanting Arthur to have even the smallest inkling of what was really at stake, afraid that if he knew, he’d never even let me consider taking this course of action.

Clayton smiled, grabbing the sock and rolling it down slowly, his fingers caressing her leg softly as they made the journey back down to her foot. Camden smiled and took her place on the floor opposite Clayton once more, noticing the darkness that shadowed his eyes, hungry for her. "Ready for the last round then?" he asked her as he handed over the cards. "Who says its the last round? What if you lose?" she replied, challenging him. "That's not likely to happen," he smirked. Camden dealt the cards out and waited for Clayton to present his hand. "I've got three nines," he announced, his voice brimming with confidence. "Oh dear..." Camden responded, feigning a look of dismay. Clayton perked up

One more time. "That's right, Gamara has lost again." Another said. "I'll bet on Lexus." Said another. "Gosh, there's no excitement if we bet on Lexus. The better bet is, how many rounds will Gamara last?" One said that I liked it. "Oh yes, right?" One even agreed. "Just one round for me!" Bet one. "Two of me!" "Bet, that'll back off again!" "Wait, slow down, just line up and I'll list your names."

The council hall smelled of fresh‑cut wood and old stone. Aria paused on the threshold with Kael at her side, taking in the space they’d rebuilt out of the ruins of the old royal audience chamber. No dais. No throne. Instead, a great round table filled the center of the room—thick oak banded in iron, its edge carved with wolves, moons, wheat, river fish, and even the simple tools of human trades. The symbols ran together in an unbroken circle.

"Elias, it's so good of you to come." He nodded. "Of course." "Please." Kellen stepped back and gestured toward the front door. "Right this way." We walked in through the main lobby and then entered the casino. It was a huge circular room with blackjack tables in the center and slot machines around the edges. To the right was a table covered with ash and a knife sticking out from the center. When we drew near, the ash was in the perfect shape of a man, but the surface of the table remained unburned.

“I have no doubt you won’t dear, no doubt at all.” It was a small party, mostly made up of the circle of silver leaders, and a few high-ranking members of the pack. In the middle of the room, stood a big round table where everyone was seated according to their ranks. Miranda was given a Luna seat, a big throne on its own but smaller than that of the alpha beside whom she sat. She feasted right there by his side, watching as the wolves ate and drank themselves to stupor with young half-naked women dancing to entertain them all round.