King Arthur Knights Of The Round Table Novels & Stories

Arthur couldn't help but shout at Kaleid after hearing his ‘accusations’ towards his master, the Mayor. “How dare you say that to Mayor Phil! He was faithful to his title, kind, gracious, he helped those who were in need and even saved those who needed to be saved! He hasn't done any evil deeds behind people's backs! How would I know? It's all because I am one of his knights whom he hired to protect him from evil people like you!” Arthur angrily shouted while pointing his forefinger at us. Seeing him this way, I made my expression become more pitiful as my shoulders were trembling, looking at him with a slight frightened expression, as if I was a rabbit who was scared out of wits by the pred

Arthur was laughing again. He and Chris circled each other. I watched as Arthur went after Chris, but the Hunter moved out of the way at the last minute and got Arthur by the neck. "Good, but not good enough." Arthur slipped from Christopher's grasp. "Surely you must know who I am. Have you never heard of King Arthur of the round table?" "Your history means nothing to me." Christopher went after Arthur but the vampire dashed out of the way, jumping off the roof and onto the ground with a thud. He studied me, his eyes narrowing with malice. "Vampire girl."

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

Chapter 23 Arthur’s POV I rush to Justin. She’s laying down on the floor. Oliver had knock her out with some powdery stuff, he blew it on her face to inhale. It’s a good thing he didn’t hit her to knock her out. “Arthur. Seriously?” Kylian looks at me, angrily. I sigh in frustration. Now I have no other option than to tell him everything. But not now. Right now, I have to deal with these retarded idiots.

He smiled down at me. "Sure, Ariel Maire, by the way, that's a beautiful name for a beautiful lady." Aww... he's such a gentleman, why is he a jock? Jocks are not nice. Well, the one I know in school wasn't nice and sweet, and a gentleman. So, we started walking I. llookedbehind me, and I saw their faces. They were pissed off, about something or someone, but why?y. I didn't stay around to know why they were angry. I started walking away and walked towards Aaron.

’ Alexis looked at her incredulously, ‘Are you trying to tell me this whole King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table mythology is for real? I mean, you are implying that my little mate is related to an ancient Warlock who might not even have existed?’ He shook his head and gave Morgana a wry grin, 'Aww come on Morgana it's a faery tale made up by Hollywood to sell a film, King Arthur never existed and as for Merlin, come on Morgana he would

In Camelot, once understanding of the blade was crucial. It was this understanding that separated the peasants from the knights of the round table. It was the power of the sword that gave Camelot its title and fame, and it was that power that set its king apart from the rest. But that was also their bane. The swords of Camelot were prouder than the knights that wielded them, and even among the knights, the swords would not easily allow themselves to be used. Durandal was the same. It was blade that belonged to Old Fan’s son and had failed to acknowledge the old man himself. Whenever Old Fan used Durandal, he gave up part of his life as tribute. But, even Durandal had a monarch, for just as t

Sitting on the chair was a man in his forties wearing a gold surcoat, with an eagle embroidered on his chest. He looked at the list in his hand, and the man's voice was low: “Commander Gawain, I am here because of the king's order, asking me to select the best of your chosen knights to train alone for three years, so that they can become the king's accompanying knights, protect the king personally, and be incorporated into the Royal Knights. I see that you have 300 knights here who have just gone through two years of training. Time is running out, just let the top 100 in the knight assessment come out…“

He remembered what he came here for—to win. Three warriors, who survived the competition, stood in the middle of the stage. Along with them were three grand knights and one grand mage. One of them was Grand Knight Tera. Arth took a short glance at the grand mage, dressed on a white cloak with a ruby gem on his chest. He already looked old on his wrinkled face and silver hair. Arth’s eyes shifted to the tall warrior… or the thief he could say… who had stolen his cores. The warrior avoided his gaze and glanced around the arena instead. If only Arth’s left arm had not been injured, he could’ve given this damn thief a piece of him.

Aria closed her eyes, unable to take the intensity of his gaze, her lips unconsciously puckering up. His ringtone sounded loudly, startling Aria. With his arms still around her waist, he picked up. Yes, the first word tinged with irritation, Ok I’m on my way. I have to leave Yes, that’s alright. I’ll see you tonight, he left but not before stealing a light peck. It was only after he left that Aria finally breathed. Had he always been like this? She’d obviously heard of Roman Knight, but he was always described as a ruthless man with no patience or tolerance for anyone. The fact that unlike those second-generation heirs, he’d never had any scandal with a woman, made people question his sexual