Camelot Round Table Novels & Stories

Normally Jayce would be all over the women, but his heart was taken by another, and his Wolf didn't like the idea of being shared. "Actually, there is a reason I called for this meeting. We'll discuss things once we get inside." Jayce informed him. Archibald shrugged as he walked him through to the living room. The large cathedral style ceilings made it spacious and breathable. All of the windows were open, the breeze coming through. Many others awaited their arrival. Four more Alphas and their Mates were seated around a round table. He could already hear Lily cracking some sort of joke about King Arthur and his knights of the round table. His Wolf whimpered.

Every so often I caught a draft of that perfect bonfire scent and felt somehow elevated. “Perhaps Alpha Austin you would prefer to use the official scribes minutes?” Luna Madeline asked across the black wooden meeting table with a flicker of amusement on her face. Austin ran a hand across his chin. “Not at all Luna Madeline, apologies for interrupting.” The table all turned and spun as Luna Gwyneth let out a giggle. “Dex,” she whispered, apparently he must have said something highly amusing. Luna Madeline’s face remained unimpressed. The meeting table was jet black ebony, round and several metres in diameter. The Alphas and Luna’s sat, the Beta’s all stood.

Everyone was staring intently at the center of the round table. They had almost forgotten about the important event tonight. Everyone waited with bated breath. Kelsey and Sheryl also stared nervously at the beam of light in the center of the round table. Philip just frowned slightly. What on earth could have brought Kelsey and Sheryl here? Even people from the Hall of the Underworld had turned up. Immediately after, the small round platform in the center of the round table slowly sank as everyone watched. An ancient wooden box rose from the bottom. The box was carved with dragons and phoenixes, looking very exquisite. It had a light fragrance to it.

The newcomers stop and ogle at them, often running their hands over the skulls and snickering to their friends, curious if they’re real. They’re very much real, but Cortana would rather leave them guessing. At the very center of the room is the fighting ring, which is nothing more than an extremely large circle carved into the stone floor. There are whispers that the rust-colored boundary line is painted by the blood of those who lose. Past the circle is an area separated by a red velvet rope. There are couches lined with silk and buckets full of iced champagne, but neither of those details catch my interest. “I’m going to go scope out the competition, see what other wolves showed up.” Cole

"Its not much, but make yourself comfortable" Alexander said and threw more logs on the fire. Danté kept an eye out over Tiffany, she took quite the turn for the better but now being a vampire might be the true reason he doesn't trust her. "Back when the round table was first established things went south thanks to Guinevere" Alister said sitting down on a ragged couch "It wasn't her fault, she was beautiful, but couldn't decide who to choose, Arthur or Lancelot, it caused friction between the two and they couldn't see eye to eye any longer.