King Arthur Book Original Novels & Stories

“Silence! Everything that comes from your filthy hands is garbage. Even just letting you breathe the same air as I displease me much more than your presence. Now if you do not want my mind to change, leave my kingdom now, or else I shall have you executed instead.” Kael took a deep breath, letting all those words pass through his ears unaffected. “I think it’s the most precious garbage you can ever receive, Your Highness.” He raised his hand, signaling the two knights outside to come inside. “What is this?!” The king stood from his seat as the knights dropped Arth on the blue floor. “The one you’ve been searching for how many years, Your Highness,” Kael said, “Is now right in front of you.”

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

Their time together lessened, but their bond only deepened. They cherished what they had, every second of it, as though fate might snatch it away again. --- One evening, while organizing books in the library, Arthur found an old copy of Augustine’s Confessions. The book was worn and dusty, but as he flipped through it, a torn paper slipped out. It was a prayer scribbled in delicate handwriting: “Lord, if ever I am found worthy of joy again, let it be a joy I can share, not hoard. Let my love be pure, not penance.”

The King made sure of that. I bit my lip, looking around. “I have to kill the King,” I said. The priest bobbed his head again. Then, wordlessly, he toddled over to the book and picked it up, flipping to a page in the middle—a chunk had been cut out of the pages, leaving a small recess within the book. In it was a small arrow, no more than three inches long, with a razor-sharp red tip. He held it out to me, and I sliced it across my palm, watching as the ruby flared to life.

I walked to them, surprised he had so many books around. “Everyone’s first reaction to looking at my shelf is doubt. Do you feel that way too?” He fell on the bed, using his hand to support himself as he looked at me. My first descriptions of Arthur would be playful. Looking at him, one could easily discard his prestigious status. Arthur was now different from the businessman, who was highly praised. Arthur looked relaxed, more homely, a sexy ty… I shook my head, willing away the thoughts. It was too dangerous especially now that we were alone in a room.

The entire house accomplishes a pin drop silence. The oldest son of the chieftain, Arthur, who was launching in the first room, closer to the entrance, was going through some economical records while sipping his tea. The moment he caught the hated brother entering the house with a female, spurted the entire content ruining the documents. His chest heaved and eyes watered as he coughs uncontrollably. What was this? Arnold has arrived in the house… with a… with a woman that also so beautiful? She looked otherworldly.

The words beneath Arthur's handwriting felt alive. If Adrian Ever Returns. My eyes remained fixed on the title while every instinct urged me to look away. Arthur had revised the binder after Adrian's death. Mara had just read the passage where he admitted that Adrian's death was the first moment in twenty-eight years that he believed everyone was finally safe. Then, immediately after that admission, he had written instructions for the possibility that Adrian might return. The contradiction settled over the room like another layer of dust.

(Audrey's POV) Arthur's face was flushed. His usual sharp features now seemed raw, untamed. Sweat glistened on his forehead, and his breaths came in heavy, uneven bursts that filled the room with a strange heat. His wolf-gold eyes locked onto mine, wild and full of something primal. It wasn’t the Arthur I knew. This was someone—something—lost in chaos. "Arthur," I called out, my voice shaky. "What’s wrong with you? Do you hear me?"

I say with a sigh keeping what I said vague but knowing he understood what I meant. “Are you talking about the story?” Darren asked seeming to try and work out what I meant, where I turn to look at him wondering if he was speaking about The King’s Apprentice. “There’s a really old book that not many people have access to, but your mother and Archer’s father did as that’s where I found it in the bunker.” He said with a little smile liking that he could see I was slowly coming around to the idea of these flesh eaters but didn’t quite understand the fear I was feeling. “We know, The King’s Apprentice.” Hadwin said naming the story that changed my life forever due to the King, but Darren only sh

Someone laughs—not unkindly, just surprised—and asks if I’m all right. “I am,” I say, startled by how true it is. No one bows. No one stares. They go back to their lives. I stand there a moment longer than necessary, heart beating fast, and feel something loosen inside my ribs. The world caught me. — Arthur is in the lower archives when I find him, sleeves rolled, dust on his knuckles, scowling at a stack of ledgers like they’ve personally offended him. “You know,” I say, leaning against the doorway, “most rulers don’t reorganize tax records themselves.”