Excalibur Fools Novels & Stories

"Celia was not the only petal that didn't return home to me. Fiori was one of the first missions I ever had and the blue blooded animals was the first ever realm to seek the Excalibur before Dulmore. But their nefarious queen was very thirsty and powerful, as if her life was hanging on the edges of the mighty sword. Fiori fought the Dulmores and was painstakingly victorious, but the Queen of the blues was hundred times as powerful as she was and her minions only had one purpose because she was their lifeline.

Their fifth elder hollered, "That's right! Moreover, this is our turf! If all of us Ruler ranks work together, would we really have to be scared of some Sword Monarch?!" "Have you forgotten? He's demi-Sword Exalt. I'll bet that he pulled that " "Bullshit! A Sword Exalt in Nors? The way I see it, it's just a bluff!" An agreement soon followed the quick discussion: Kill Caleb Crawford!

Hello, Hello, Seems I’ve won, you become the It, Pay for your consequences. The red orbs shifted at him after like eternity pinned on the excited Elijah, waving his hand at him, being mischievous. “Lord… lord…” His airway felt like it became compressed by the brick. Silently, Eagle tossed the unconscious Alberu with foam inside his mouth like a ragdoll next to Edmund while ignoring Amino on the chair a couple of meters from him. “He will be your opponent.” The graff voice of Eagle charmed him.

Once a Fool, Now a Queen Aurora Sinclair’s POV ⸻ *Damian’s Last Card* Some men don’t accept defeat. They claw and grasp, desperate to rewrite the story even as the ink dries against their skin. Damian was one of them. The headlines should have been his downfall. Blackwood Empire Under Investigation. Illegal Dealings Exposed. Damian Blackwood’s Secrets Unraveling. But instead of crumbling, he did what he always did—he manipulated.

The spectators buzzed with excitement, fervently debating who would claim victory. The duel began with the clash of swords, the sound sharp and relentless as they struck again and again. Vaani pushed forward, driving the Crown Prince to the edge of the cordon. Cornered, he leapt into the air with the agility of a seasoned warrior, somersaulting over her head and landing behind her.

Audrey's eyes locked on those words. The living room was deathly quiet. Her fingers tightened around the report without her realizing it, the paper crinkling under her grip. "Stage IV gastric adenocarcinoma…" she murmured under her breath before letting out a sharp laugh. "Evan Caldwell, you really will try anything to pressure me into marrying you. This is a new low, even for you." She tossed the report back onto the coffee table, her voice dripping with scorn.

"Remember the rules. You are deaf. You are dumb. You are furniture." He stepped back, his face settling into the loose, drunken smile of the Fool Prince. "Shall we go, mouse? I hear the cook makes excellent poisoned eggs." The Obsidian Hall was designed to make everyone in it feel small. The ceiling was lost in shadows, supported by pillars of black stone carved to look like twisting vines—a mockery of the forests the Empire destroyed. At the center of the cavernous room sat a long table made of polished weirwood, the sacred timber of Aethelgard.

A towering man, nearly two meters tall and built like a fortress of muscle, stepped into the room against the light. The moment Nathan saw him, his eyes lit up with glee. He hurried forward with an obsequious grin plastered on his face. “Mr. Morgan Williamson? Are you Mr. Williamson? Fantastic! “There’s a shameless fraud here pretending to be Mr. Brooke. Please, teach him a lesson—show him what happens to impostors! “Beat him to death for all I care. He has no parents and no background. He’s just a stray, despised by everyone.”

These rich folks had to be bored out of their minds to devise such diabolical plans! "I was right about you, Julian. A bottom-feeder like you will rise to take the bait and fight tooth and nail just to wait on Felicia! I even made a bet with my friends to see if you'd ever discover that Felicia was lying to you. Trust me when I say that we made big bets. "But we didn't think you'd be duped for three whole years and still not suspect a thing! It was hilarious! If I hadn't invited Felicia to tag along today, you might have believed her lies forever! You should be thanking me."

“That’s not a problem, because I’ve got a plan. We secure the deal with Phlerium Industries, the one the company’s been chasing for years. Once we get Monsieur Pierre on our side, the board will have no choice but to recognize your competency. They’ll fall in line. And don’t worry about the details. I know an easier way.” Déjà vu hit me again. It was like watching a scene I’d seen before only now, I was inside it. And just as before, I said the same words. “Felix, I’m not interested in shortcuts. I have a plan.” “I know that, Sir. But this is a sure way.” His words fell flat; I already knew them before he spoke. Have I…developed something? Prescience? Intuition? I shifted my gaze back to Fel