King Arthur Book Original Novels & Stories

Arthur rose up slowly but deliberate. "Thank you," he said toward the door. "Tell them I will be there shortly." "Yes, Your Majesty." The footsteps retreated. Arthur reached for the crown. He weighed it in his hands for a brief moment, then set it gently onto his head. The transformation was subtle but real. The man who had sat by the fire, confessing fear and doubt, straightened into the king who walked into rooms where those things could not show. Charlotte moved closer and smoothed an invisible wrinkle on his sleeve.

He was ancient, his skin like translucent parchment, his eyes clouded with cataracts but burning with a familiar, predatory intelligence. "You're late, Leo," Arthur Thorne rasped. His voice wasn't a digital construct; it was the sound of dry leaves on stone. "I stayed behind in the 'Actual' because I knew the Ark would fail. I knew the 'Regret' would eventually run out of fuel." "It didn't run out, Father," Leo said, stepping into the light. "I burned it. I chose the woman over the machine." The Last Temptation Arthur laughed—a wet, hacking sound. He gestured to a stone table beside him. On it lay a primitive, heavy iron key and a stack of hand-written ledgers.

“You! Over there!” When we turned, I saw several men in armour spread around the gallant carriage. The carriage door slams open and a white haired gentleman with a shiny crown on his head appears. The Gentleman wore a well-embellished tunic with a gold-work thread. He also wears a stylish scarf and a mantle, on his chest was a shining rose of brooch. On top of it, he wore a surcoat

Well, Arthur is the god of war, and his father is Andrew; his mother is a fae, so he is a hybrid. “Maeve invited me over to judge you all in the duel,” he said, smiling at him. Our relationship was actually rocky before, but we became friends during a war we fought together. “Okay,” he said, patting his back, and he left. He walked over to us. “Kate is such a nutcase,” he said, taking his seat opposite Ario. “You heard everything?” he asked. “Sure. She has something up her sleeves; I will keep a good eye on her,” he said, taking the bow of grapes on the table.