King Arthur And His Knights Book Novels & Stories

He tried not to notice. Tried not to think about the conversation they had shared that morning in the training courtyard. I saw something familiar. Darkness. The words lingered in his thoughts far more than they should have. A voice broke through the murmuring court. “Your Majesty.” A tall demon stepped forward from the gathered nobles. His armor gleamed dark red beneath the torchlight, etched with the sigil of the southern legions. General Kharvek. Adrian recognized him immediately. Kharvek bowed low before the throne.

As they walked into the light, neither of them saw the shadow that followed two streets behind. And in Bruno’s study, another report landed on his desk. Still nothing. The city burned. The kings searched. And the girl who once belonged to no one was learning how to fight back.

"There’s someone above him. Someone pulling strings.” A shadow moved in the alley across the street. Damien saw it too was at my side in an instant, his body angled protectively in front of mine. The figure stepped into the dim glow of a streetlamp. Tall. Lean. A familiar arrogant tilt to his head. Arthur. He lifted something, a chess piece. The king. Then placed it deliberately on the sidewalk. And walked away. Leaving us with the chilling certainty: This wasn’t over. It had only just begun.

Gwen said, her eyes sparkling with barely hidden amusement. "Yes," Charles confirmed enthusiastically. "A manuscript from the... uh... sixteenth century. Very rare. About... knights." Sixteenth century? Knights? Even I knew medieval knights came from much earlier. "How interesting," I managed, taking a long sip of my drink. Gwen shot me a look that clearly said, "what crap did you bring here?" and I couldn't blame her.

Some books had the history of the Knights, dating back centuries. Others told about different creatures, how they lived, drawings of how they looked, and about how they functioned. Unfortunately, many of them also told about how to kill them, which I didn't really like but I understood how the information must’ve been useful back when you needed to defend yourself from them. We’re protected now, the borders and the guards as well as having emerged into human society. I dragged my hands over a few dusty books and sighed. I didn’t even know where to begin. Which shelf? Color? Which of the hundred books would tell me what I needed to know?

"That is understood, Princess. Your brother will guide you, and the senior members of the council. You shall be tutored in every state, protocol and diplomacy. I breathed out gradually, with relief and anxiety. Training would be well, but the experience that danger might fall at any moment still caused my breast to contract. When the meeting was over Rowan took me back to the royal hall, and touched me in the small of the back with his hand, showing that he supported me. The rays of the sun penetrating through the stained-glass windows caught the gold embroidery on his robe and made him appear taller and more commanding than I had recalled. I guess you want to know about the knight, he said,

Carl fell to the ground, clutching his stomach as blood gushed out of his mouth. "Your majesty, are you alright," Arnold yelled glancing at Arthur." Arthur let out a burst of laughter. "I won Carl, I won. I finally defeated you," Arthur said, taking slow steps towards Carl. Carl fixates his weak gaze on Arthur. 'I won't be dying alone,' he mumbled inwardly. And before Arthur and Arnold knew what was happening, Carl used all his strength to launch an attack, on Arthur, plunging his sword into his heart.

Upon knowing that the knight was still not speaking he spoke first because that was the training he made them experience, 'Never talked first before the master speaks first' "Speak" With that cue, the knight had spoken news that surprised him suddenly because it was different, a piece of different news that he wasn't expecting to know. "Your highness, there happened a secret attack inside the commoner's village afterward the intruders had fired the house," the shadow knight said respectfully to Arthur while still kneeling and bowing making Arthur raise an eyebrow and be confused at all

They engaged the knights defending the King's catapults. "They're mad! They can't take all of us down with just a handful of them. Why throw away their lives?!" the King exclaimed, confused by what he perceived as a futile attack. Meanwhile, loyalists hidden deep within the thick forest rained arrows upon the King and his royal guards from all directions. The onslaught forced the King and his men away from the rest of the knights. The knights were doing their best to defend the catapult, but once they noticed their King was under attack, they fought with renewed vigor, trying to reach his side.

"Kingston is the kind of wolf who would kill Arthur's favorite pet, cook it, and serve it back to him. He doesn't care what your status is. He'll do all that he can to destroy Arthur's life. Hurting you is incidental. A bonus, even.” Sinking back into the couch cushions, I realized I was spinning with questions. Part of me felt more secure in knowing a little bit about Arthur that humanized him emotionally but there was so much more I had to dissect. I didn't even notice when Jessica and Anthony left the room, I was so dizzy from the stories. My eyes wandered to the nearby fruit knife on the coffee table. It was just like the one that Arthur had been holding to Leo's throat. After glancing a