Camelot Way Novels & Stories

“Whatever” Camela responded with an eye roll at her sister remark. “Quick, find a gift warped with a gold and black horse, red and white moon, purple and white candy” “What? Did you cram all those colors and designs in your head?” Camila asked her sister in disbelieve. “Yeah” she answered, with a little twirl. “So um, in total you can have those stored in your head but can’t store your math’s answers in your head nor your past English assignment?” Camila asked in disbelieve again.

Kal asked as he led the way from his office towards one of the many walkways between the buildings. "Um no." Camille replied. "Colorado." Kal's perfect white eyebrows raised in surprise. "That's quite the journey." "Yeah but not as far as yours." Camille pointed out. The bark of laughter from Kal surprised Camille, blue eyes watching the man warily. She hadn't thought about what she said fully which was unusual for her but instead of being met with hostility, Camille found someone who appreciated her humor. It was an odd experience for some more used to being ridiculed.

I an amazing twist in their standard game, Kamots was allowing himself to be the victim! It almost seems that the wolves themselves have no choice but to join in when the Alpha howls. Lakota could never be certain if his participation would get him into trouble, but he could not help but be a part of it. He would slink from wolf to wolf and pay his respects, his tail tucked and his head nearly scraping the ground. But as Kamots continued to howl, you could see Lakota’s voice welling up inside him, and, after a

"Yes. Charming, in a provincial sort of way." "Provincial." "I mean it as a compliment." "Do you?" She set down her fork and turned to face him fully. "How lovely. And Camelot is so... what's the word... compensatory?" His eyebrows shot up. "Compensatory?" "You know. Everything's so big and grand and impressive. Almost like you're trying to make up for something." "I assure you," Orion said, his voice dropping dangerously low, "Camelot has nothing to compensate for. Everything is... proportionate."

The Alpha could say that omega was on the verge of crying. He pulled the car on the smithing lot, and Aaron immediately made his way towards the omega to help her step out of the car. Irish was shaking, with fear? With rage? Aaron doesn't know. Instead of making the omega walk all the way to the lift, Aaron picked her up in bridal style and walk towards the lift. Irish remained still in her hold, burning is nose in the Alpha's neck, trying to find comfort in her mate's scent. Even in the lift, they were still silent. It was unnerving.

“He…he won’t kill me yet.” Vincent held onto her tightly. “Then we will fight until he has no choice.” The foxes growled in response, inching closer to them. Camela shook her head firmly. “No! He wants something from us. He always wants something.” Her father's laughter was soft, ringing like distant bells. "Ah, she remembers. My clever girl." Camela's breath came in quick gasps as she asked, "If I accept your bargain...will you let me live?"

Riven said in a frustrated tone. “Every spell is different, Riven”, Natalie replied. She was beyond annoyed today. “Baby, focus on things you want. A map, one of her belongings and…” Arthur kept his arm on her shoulder to calm her and dragged her attention towards the important thing. “A lemon! A small lemon”, Natalie added. “Lemon? Why?” Caleb asked in astonishment. “Just give me a lemon, Little Smith!” Nate replied in a sharp tone. “Lemon is going to move on the map and show her location to us. It’s like an arrow from traditional maps”, Arthur replied in a polite tone.

After the market all day there is no one else. After crossing the river in front of his quarters, Amarnath felt that it was not him. If so, he could not have come like this. He was ashamed of his stupidity. But now what will be the way to keep it? If it was brought down to Chaumatha, it would have been released. Can't go back now. The lights of the baby's quarters have come. No one could see them. Amarnath got off the bike and said, 'I have reached my destination, now you decide where to go. The lady fell into a simple pose.

I’m dead broke, and I can only hope it is enough to soften their view of me, even a little. “As for my gift,” Camala continues, smiling as if she hadn’t just crushed someone moments ago, “I sourced the finest tea from outside Eboncrest.” Her smile widens. “It’s rare. Difficult to find across the lands. But as you all know, I only settle for the best.” The reactions are mixed. Some look impressed. Others look like they’re forcing themselves to be. I could be imagining it. “What does it do?” Kessi asks.

A few owls were hooting and crickets ticking. But nothing happened, I looked at the map. This was the exact place and I said the magic word. "Maybe you should be more quiet, you know, don't yell." I gave Camila way while staring at the back of her forehead. "Do your thing." I smiled painfully hating on the fact the waterfall wouldn't open for me. "DESPORA." She said in a audible tone. As expected nothing happened. Maybe we're in the wrong place. Before I could bring it up to Camila the waterfalls open a magic gateway. Camila smirked as I avoided eye contact.