Camelot Round Table Novels & Stories

There was a small round table in the middle of the room, and Vorenus was seated at the head of the table. He looked at me as I walked in; his eyes widened slightly, but that was the only reaction he gave. His human mistress sat beside me; the look she gave was a nasty, dirty stare, but she kept her mouth shut. Vladimir's eyes followed me all the way to the table. I nodded at him curtly and took a seat. The table was filled with many delicacies, and even a full roast pig sat in the center. “Thank you for coming,“ Vladimir said.

He growls low, but Cam and Kota hear and stop talking to listen. “Wait a minute!" Dakota sounds offended. "How long have you known this time?” “It’s hard to get all of us together at the same time right now with all the training we are doing at the Royal pack. So, yes, are you guys ready for round two?” Their shocked looks tell me everything I need to know and I wish I thought to get a video of their reactions. “What do you mean round two…exactly?” Cam whispers. “I need very small words in short sentences.”

The two were eventually married, and QD formed the Witches of the Round Table. Some centuries later, QD has retreated from the material world and now holds stewardship over the castle of Camelot. There, she secretly continues a grand plot against the Creator God, believing him responsible for the suffering of her late friend, Eve. Riche and Ramius are still worried about Issei. But he told them it's gonna be okay and give them both a tight hug to calm themselves.

At that exact moment the clock turned 7PM, and the bell, now identified as the castle's heartbeat, chimed again and the Great Hall went silent. *DONG* With the final of the chim, or beat, an eight meters wide dark blue magic circle appeared a few centimeters above the floor between the four house tables and the great hall entrance doors that went out of the castle. The magic circle was just like the one that was used by the Ghostly Council for the summons. It was circular (duh?!) and had two squares inside of it dislocated 45º from each other, followed by a 10 points star. The circle had a lot of small runes etched on its borders and four big ones in each cardinal direction. In its center, s

“Let them be dramatic. So long as they’re not biting each other over it.” Behind them, Gunner emerged with a stack of parchment, a few ink pens, and a bottle of aged whiskey. “For the meeting,” he said, handing the whiskey to Cheyenne. “Diplomacy is easier with a little burn.” One by one, the leaders returned as the moon climbed high above the clearing. A large circular stone table had been brought in by the witches, magically smoothed and etched with protective runes. Around it stood chairs of various designs: heavy carved wood for the dragons, elegant silver for the vampires, a living tree-stump throne for the witches, and a high-backed obsidian seat brought in by the phoenixes, glowing fa

How would that affect history? So instead, Caitlin sat there, trying to be in the moment, to experience this. For whatever reason, she had been led to him, and she tried to understand why. She just wanted to see her Dad, and she tried to imagine how and when Jesus would lead her to him. Small foods and delicacies were passed along the table, and some were placed before Caitlin and Scarlet. On her plate was placed a round, flat cracker. Unleavened bread. Each person was then handed a large, bejeweled goblet. Caitlin took hers, as did Scarlet. It was heavy, made of solid gold.

The table was mostly men with two females sitting next to each other by the wall. “We can get you a chair,” one of the men said. He stood up and walked to the next table and asked to borrow the one spare chair they had. He brought it over and squeezed I t between him and another male guard, across the table from her target, Steve. “Thanks,” Cara said and she sat down at the table. “We don’t see you out here very often,” the man next to her said. His name was Allan Lake. “I know, I’m usually home with Brent,” Cara replied. The second she said it, she regretted it. She didn’t want to bring up her home life, she was here to take Steve for a ride later.

The Moon Shadow werewolf pack's pack house was disorganized. The cabinet members were gathered around the long, wooden table, arguing loudly. Insults and harsh comments were exchanged, and the tension in the room was high. Landon Arlen, their Alpha, sat at the head of the table on his throne-like chair, his face deep in thought. Jasper James, his most recent appointee, sat next him in the beta's designated seat.

Everything that I have seen so far in Lucern’s castle has been handcrafted to perfection with the most vivid details etched into the wood. As for the coffee table placed in the center of the large room, a scene that could be straigh from the bible was depicted on it. A beautiful picture of Angels and Demons fighting with a mix of Lycan, Humans and Witches mixed together in between them. The group in the middle was not only fighting the Demons that were coming from down below, but also the Angels that were raining down lightning on the group.

The type of paper used, the measurements and the wordings--it's from the 1800's. Everyone in the room could feel like they were being joked upon but Amethyst's serious expression told them otherwise. This time, it was only the eight moonmages plus Amethyst and Sir Tanori. They were seated around a circular table with the book of Maam Ague being 3D-projected in front of them.