Guinevere And Lancelot Book Novels & Stories

“She’s been cursed since birth. If she looks outside of the window directly, she will die. So she sits in front of a mirror to see the reflection of the world outside the window.” “That’s it?” Nathan sneers. “What a dumb story!” “That’s not all!” Halsey claims. She clears her throat and says, “One day, Sir Lancelot-” “Whatta lot?” Nathan snickers. “Sir Lancelot! Don’t you read at all? He’s the greatest knight of all! The tragic character of Arthurian lore!” “Meh.”

My eyes struggled to close as I clawed at his fingers, trying to push him off, but I was getting weaker. Gasps filled the air alongside Sorrel's voice. "Fucking let her go, you psycho!" Just before my eyes completely closed, I saw a fist fly to his jaw, sending him tumbling back as he let me go. The force got me landing forcefully, staggering, about to hit the floor when firm masculine hands held my waist My eyes opened and I saw his gaze roaming over my face. Lancelot. Those signature smirks had completely vanished, replaced by a worried look, his eyes glinting with protectiveness as they lingered on my lips before looking up to meet my half-closed ones.

Prince Authur hissed through his teeth while glaring at the knight standing in front of him with his head bowed. “My prince, this is the first time I'm hearing about this ritual, but, I remember hearing the king's man say the king already had everything sorted out, I don't think we have anything to worry about.” Lancelot's words didn't help calm Authur one bit instead the uneasy feeling the young prince was previously feeling greatly intensified.

So much more…liberated. She averted her gaze from him and did not dare ask what he wanted but Cerberus doesn’t seem to let go of it as easily. He had already crossed the distance between them before she could even notice it. She took a step back but it was a mistake as behind was the table. “What’s wrong, Guinevere?” he asked and she doesn’t have an answer to it. She doesn’t know what is wrong or why she’s feeling this way. “Cerberus—“

“From now until forever, whether in good or bad times, rich or poor, in health or sickness, happy or sad, I will always love you, cherish you, and be faithful to you, forever and ever.” “No!” A screech interrupted the sweet atmosphere. Aaron ran into the wedding as if he had exhausted all his energy. “How did you get in?” The security of this island was very strict. Everyone had to be verified before entering. “I swam here. It took me an hour! Do you know how desperate I felt in the ocean? But when I thought about you, Elena, I managed to persevere.” Aaron almost got down on his knees. “I really can’t lose you anymore. Please don’t marry him. Please come home to me.”

Guinevere sadly muses. “What do you mean?” “When Lavi was born, his mother Maryan killed the former Empress and ran away with her newborn,” Guinevere reveals.

*** Alexander pushed the door of his study open, only to find Guinevere seated there, waiting for him. The sight of her made his heart swell with unexpected warmth. She had been waiting for him. Profoundly joyous, he immediately waved Edmund away. The man bowed and retreated quietly, leaving them alone. "What have I done to earn such a joy?" He asked as he fully entered the room. The door closed behind him with a soft click. Guinevere remained seated, her gaze fixed on the side bar. She was irrevocably exquisite.

It shocked the old pup, but he obeyed his master regardless. Merlin was quiet in the beginning of the trek, until he asked me about what Kevin had told me in regards to him. I told him that he told everything that he knew about the warlock. About Camelot, Gaius, Kilgharrah, Guinevere, Mordred, the priestess, Zephyr, and above all, Arthur. We walked in silence for quite a bit before he told me more about himself. Things he hadn’t told anyone before.

She had a satisfied glint in her eyes, swirling around in those dark orbs, perfectly mixing with her irritation at the sight of Marisol. Marisol gritted her teeth, pushing herself to her feet despite the pain coursing through her body. “Says the person who resorts to petty tricks as a distraction. You've gassed yourself so much that you've begun to believe that you're something that you're not. You're nothing, Guinevere.” “Oh, I'll show you nothing.” Guinevere snarled, and this time, it was with an even more forceful gust of wind that Marisol was sent flying out of the building. She cried out in pain, struggling to defend herself against the onslaught of magic.

A few days sprinted before Gwen's eyes, while her wounds were perfectly healed with no scar, she refused to step out of her room. She remained curled up on her bed, suddenly startled by the world outside her door. Luckily, Onyx had said no one noticed her blood as they were diverted by the fight and sudden display of power and the sudden claim of her being the daughter of Alpha Lannis and Luna Nordika. Gwen didn't know how that was possible. They all said Guinevere died in a burning fire, no one saw the baby's corpse but that didn't mean it could be her. If she was really Guinevere, how did she get into the hands of Grandma Ola?