King Arthur Book Original Novels & Stories

"Make him stop." Fight him, Elias. He’s weak. He’s just an echo. A leftover imprint from when we touched him in the vault. "Echo?" Arthur laughed, throwing my head back. The sound was jarring, discordant. "I am the King! You are just the vessel. And now..." Arthur’s control shifted. My right hand suddenly moved on its own, snatching up a letter opener from the desk. "We are going to reclaim what is mine." He drove the letter opener into the desk.

"I am the Ethan who survived the collapse, but the collapse is now a part of me. The 'True Weave' Arthur died for... it wasn't a way to save me. It was a way to hide me. He knew that the only way to beat Eleanor was to become a variable she couldn't predict." He looked back at Eleanor, his eyes darkening. "But she found the anchor. She found the ledger." The Ledger of Intent Eleanor stepped forward, opening the book. The pages were not paper; they were thin sheets of "Neural-Fit" vellum, glowing with a soft, amber light. "Arthur’s 'Third Option' was a lie he told himself to die in peace," Eleanor said, her gaze fixed on me.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

His tone is light, but I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. My throat tightens, painfully dry. "You're a Sin, aren't you?" He dips his head. "Yes." I suppress a shudder, flexing and unflexing my fingers as I consider my next move. Some part of me, buried deep, is gleeful. So many people doubted this expedition would be worth it, doubted that the immortal Prince actually lived up here. I’ve proved them wrong, and finally doubted all the months of study I’ve put into this trip.

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.

*Vicky* Arthur was afraid of death, and now he was so frightened by me that he couldn't say a word. Of course, I was happy to see him like this. I waved my right hand with First Snow and viciously pierced his other leg. In an instant, the freezing air sealed his whole leg. He howled loudly in pain, and now the unbeatable king of the underground was like a lost dog, unable to even escape. "Laugh again. Go on, why did you stop?"

Venturing further up to the north was where the enemy camp was located. Arthur holds onto the contract, glancing at its content as he purses his lips and knits his brows. He looked over his shoulder, thinking about his sister and everyone back at the camp before frowning. However, as he turned to look forward, he shakes his head and sighs. Men clad in jet black armor with red lining greeted him with a few warning arrows before he climbed off his horse. Arthur slips a note he had written prior to leaving the camp between the stallion's caparison before sending it off by startling it into running away.

"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.

Elora woke up and felt a chill on one cheek. Her hands still tightly gripped the black book Arthur had given her. Elora’s face was wet and sticky with tears and snot. Elora blinked slowly. It took her a while to know where she was now. Elora was in the main room of her house. She could see the double doors opening a few feet away from her.

Warlocks quiestion Arthur extended his hand to Aurora and tugged her to her feet and into his arms before she understood his intentions he bent his head and those plump very kissable lips crashed against hers. Her hands had automatically come up to press against his hard chest but the heat of desire that spread through her body at his touch made her met against him when he nipped her bottom lip she moaned softly and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He pressed her closer deepening the kiss possessing her totally one of his hands slid down from her waist to cup her ass squeezing it gently while he pushed his hard length into her softness. Breaking thhe kiss he lifted his head to grin at