King Arthur Novels & Stories

He carelessly pushed Selah on the floor and she fell hard. Krouen led his way to the entrance and swung the door open, only to see an unfamiliar face. "Who are you?" Confusion draws his face when he sees an arid-looking man with a box of macaroons. "My name's Archer and I live..." He pointed at his house on the other side of the road, "There." His plain gazes made Krouen even baffled, he composed himself and sighed. "What do you want?"

she said, offering a formal bow. “We are not in the palace; there is no need for such formality here,” he said softly, his smile genuine. “Here, I am not a King, but an old man on vacation to recover. Call me Arthur.” Zoriana studied him. He looked stronger, the sickly pallor of his skin replaced by a hint of healthy colour. “Arthur, then. How are you feeling? You look much improved.”

He stared at me for several seconds as though trying to process what he had just heard, then said, "You're lying. How could they possibly invite you?" I crossed my arms and replied confidently, "If you don't believe me, you can ask them yourself." He frowned as he picked up his bag from the floor, then shook his head and said, "Strange..." I walked closer to him in confusion. "And why is it strange?" Kevin sighed as he headed toward his room. "Because Princes Eden and Arthur are known by everyone for being arrogant. They don't care about anyone and look at most people as if they were trash." I stopped in my tracks and then exclaimed in protest,

Panic cut through the haze of heat. Arthur stumbled backward, his right hand flying instantly to the hilt of the ceremonial sword at his hip. His fingers fumbled against the leather grip. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice raw. He tried to draw the blade, but his wrist was weak, the steel catching in the scabbard with an uncoordinated, metallic screech. "I am your King, Malakor. Step back."

I put the wooden horse into her hand. "Keep this," I said. "Give it to Mina if I am late." I walked to the edge of the water. On the other side, the torches flickered. The King sat on his white horse and watched me come, and for a long moment, nothing moved. "Stop there, boy!" Sorrel shouted. "My name is Arthur," I shouted back. My voice came out stronger than I expected. "Arthur of Brindle Farm. I came to talk to the King."

I came to find Arthur kneeling beside a particular grave, he held sunflowers in his hand and I watched as he muttered something and dropped the flowers on the grave. “So you stalked me” Arthur said, still facing ahead and I jumped, how the hell did he know? He turned and strode towards me, his blue eyes were bloodshot, his beard had grown out giving him a handsome roguish look. He glared at me. “I……I…… just wanted to see you” I said and he scowled, “Really?” He said, “I will say this once, don’t you ever stalk me again, did you hear?

Arthur cries out, his voice filled with desperation. “I should stop?” the king spits, his tone dripping with disdain. “I gave you a chance to fulfill your promise, Arthur. Time and time again, I’ve waited for you to prove yourself. But it seems you are incapable of doing what must be done, so I’ll handle it myself!” He raises his hand, signaling the guards. “Take him away and lock him in his chambers!” Eight guards step forward, closing in on Arthur. But their prince is faster and fiercer than they expect. He lashes out, striking them down one by one with precision and force.

Beautifully ruined. "I’m not your fucking conquest," I whispered to the mirror. But my hand didn’t tremble as it traced the bite on my collarbone. I didn’t look away. I smirked. No. This wouldn’t be my shame. This would be my weapon. I would wear these marks like armor. Let them see what the kingdom’s perfect General And that Arthur's perfect Heir, Did to his stepbrother. Let them try to unsee it. [King Name Full name is Arthur Rheon Valerian]

he said softly yet everybody heard it loud and clear. “This Mythical creature is a karkadaan that represents our house, don't be deceived by my appearance. Just by the looks on your faces, I know that I do not have an imposing aura that a housemaster of such a creature should have, unlike the other housemaster. My strengths come from within. As your housemaster and Vice leader of this academy. I surprisingly hold the title of the second strongest vice leader after the headmaster”, “Many underestimate my appearance and challenge me, not knowing my full strength. Not just that, but our households have the least members, and yet we are the strongest. I am Arthur Kim, and I will bring you to a g

Making the Kingdom of Lasgard destroyed in one night. King Horux and the survivors were forced to leave Rivendell. They built a camp in Northland Hills. Losing the kingdom made King Horux feel very sad. He was afraid that the people would leave him and lose his throne as a king. Knowing the King's worries, Lord Elliot advised King Horux to wrest the Arabour kingdom from King Arthur's hands. They planned an attack in the middle of the night while they were asleep and suddenly. Lord Elliot ensured that they would not be prepared for a major attack and gave them a high chance of taking over the kingdom.