King Arthur Book Original Novels & Stories

And now, seeing it had still amazed him. “King’s Legacy,” King Arth called. A six-pointed star flashed in his chest—on his back grew dragon wings in the form of blue energy—and his eyes glowed like frost, gleaming under the sun. He drew out Frostcalibur and flapped his wings, jumping high into the air, then flew forward towards the beasts.

“Yes, he's been back since this morning. Your gift was the reason he left." "Is he okay?" The king looked her straight in the eyes. 'My son could not have made a better choice', he thought. “Yes, he is fine. And now, as we speak, he is in the library waiting for me to tell him what you thought of his gift." He replied and opened the box. Skye's eyes widened. He had never seen anything so beautiful. So special. "Oh my god, it's gorgeous!" It was a necklace made of gold. "Queen Aine, the king addressed her. "I think it's time for your input."

Rah laughed sarcastically but quieted as Arthur gave him a stern look. “He said that everyone has this book, I mean every alpha of all kingdoms has this book,” Arthur showed the book to Rah. Rah dropped the pants he was holding at the moment in shock. Apologizing profusely, he packed it hastily. Arthur could tell that Rah was way too impatient to study the book because of the speed of packing had increased multiple times from the moment he had laid eyes on the book. “You are packed,” Rah spoke as he closed the bag and rushed forward to pick up the book. “This is marvelous,” he muttered as he gingerly lifted the book and caressed the title – Alpha Ancestry.

I reached for it and settled onto the bed, willing myself to focus on the dense text. The book talked about King Alaric, Prince Keith's father who was tragically cut down in a bloody palace coup, he also lost his wife Queen Isolde during the war, and their son, Prince Keith, the rightful heir to the throne, was left... with broken legs. I stared at the book for a while as different thoughts swirled in my head, this incident had happened ten years ago.

He read the first lines aloud in awe. "This is the Ban Arnor, the book of the laws of life, written down by Hyaun Banskeid Arkahan, first warrior of Al Setna Budhan in year one of his sponsorship." Raen looked at Chodan in astonishment. He smiled and said: “Yes, I know what you're thinking, but of course this book is not a thousand years old. It is only a copy and at the same time a translation. The real one lies in the temple of Tena-lo-Ghan and is written in Alt-Hy. But this one is already its three hundred years old. After a fire destroyed the first of the Shari clan, a new one was made. ”

“Especially if they can’t reach you. We need to get her dressed and get out of here.” “The people see what I allow them to see, Richard,” Arthur replied. He didn’t even glance back. His focus was entirely on me, his eyes dark with a hunger that made my stomach flip. It was terrifying, but I hated the way my pulse jumped in response. I hated that even now, I wanted him to keep looking. “What is this place?” I whispered. My voice sounded small. “This is the truth,” Arthur said. He led me to a safe fixed to the corner of the wall. He spun the dial, the clicks echoing in the quiet room, and pulled out a thick leather binder. He dropped it onto a small desk and flipped it open.

Has he been blind to the pain he caused? Arthur’s thoughts are chaotic, one moment consumed by rage, the next by guilt. He doesn’t want to admit it, but Jeremy’s words make him feel like he’s staring into a mirror—and he doesn’t like what he sees. He gets up, pacing the room. His eyes land on the scattered remnants of Madin’s belongings: a forgotten scarf on the bed, a worn notebook tucked under a pillow. Arthur grabs the notebook, opening it with trembling fingers. Inside are sketches and notes—small, fleeting pieces of Madin’s thoughts. Some pages hold quick drawings of the palace gardens, others are covered in fragments of poetry. But one page catches Arthur’s eye.

I cheered as Jolly jesters started to dance in a funeral. I walked up to Arthur who gave me my wailing son, wailing in hunger before he kissed me. “That was so sexy you being so maleficent.” I turned my back to Arthur. “Let’s play after Tristan goes to sleep okay.” I said before I walked away with all eyes on me. This was only the beginning of my reign. Arthur's note Hey guys. Please give my book an honest review on what you think so far and if you like what you see you can follow me on Instagram.

Holy artillery : Songs of Jericho ( She says after which she blows into the trumpet and a powerful sound wave is emitted from the trumpet, destroying the creature’s hand in an instant) ARTHUR : Thanks for the save, Rehab REHAB : Stop being so reckless all the time ARTHUR : Sorry bout that, I didn’t anticipate that attack REHAB : Don’t apologize to me, end that creature already ARTHUR : Oh yeah Arthur turns his attention back to the towering shadow monster and gritted his teeth when he noticed that it had reached shore and was heading straight for him

No matter how cold the weather was, he preferred being bare chested, always revealing the black to brown hairs on his chest. "I promise, someone will have to destroy you some day." The man let out a thunderous scornful laugh that echoed or several minutes after he stopped. "It's been three thousand years now, woman..." he said after everything had gone quiet, word by word and slowly accentuating "woman" with even scorn, and slowly began walking around the woman. "Oh, I'm sorry... Your Highness Sandra, hail the Excellent queen." He said, slightly bowing at the word 'your Highness.' "Who owns Arthmata now? Tell me!"