King Arthur Novels & Stories

Arthur shouted face to face on the captain. Horrified, the captain suddenly dropped to his knees. Speechless on what he had just heard. He was just a newly assigned captain for the 12th squadron who guards the army on a marquess's domain further to the south west of the kingdom, which was near the Gluttire Forest. Most of the Captains were already informed through investigation in the selected few that Arthur had chosen.

“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.”

If anyone had told me I’ll be here by now, walking towards a different dimension, I would’ve argued and tell the person to shove it up their a**. This is real! This is it. “Do you Richard Amaan promise to serve your country and its citizens as best as you can?” Father asked “Yes, I do” “Do you Richard Amaan promise to protect the country and the citizens with your light and every power in you?” “I do” “Do you Richard Amaan promise to make the safety of the country and it’s citizens an utmost priority till your last breath?” “I do” “With the power vested in me as the previous reigning king, I proclaim and declare you, Richard Amaan as the new King of this country. Long live the King!”

He took a deep breath and started making his speech, promising that he will do a better job than his late father and be an exemplary king for his people. After countless words and promises, it was Andry's turn to promise his loyalty to the king as his royal knight. He took the crown and put it on his best friend's head before guiding him toward his throne and kneeling in front of him. “Long live the king!” “LONG LIVE THE KING!” Everyone shouted. Axel made his speech to the king and took his place in the throne next to him. “He looks happy,” Leon said, staring at Axel who was smiling from ear to ear.

King Arthur's office was a spacious room situated at the top of the palace, offering a commanding view of the surrounding countryside. The walls were lined with bookshelves and various maps and charts, hinting at the many responsibilities that fell on his shoulders as both a pack leader and a king. A large wooden desk dominated the center of the room, strewn with papers and scrolls, and several comfortable-looking armchairs were arranged around a small fireplace in the corner. When Kira entered, she found Arthur hunched over his desk, poring over a stack of reports and memos. He was dressed in his usual attire of a simple tunic and trousers, but his expression

Arthur huffed. Mila looked at the serious expressions on Arthur’s face and stared at him intently. What did he mean by it? Did it mean he didn’t want to use her as a weapon? Like every other person in power had done so far? Would he really put her out of harm’s way? “Well, Keats clan were stupid. If you go to war with someone, you at least train your people!” Arthur vented again. “That’s a wise thought,” Mila nodded. “My men raised this kingdom post the war, we could not find the alleged weapon,” Arthur wondered.

But I didn't even waste my time to digest what was said, and I just jumped into talking again. "So, like first question, what are the consequences of Arthur for breaking the alliance for sending Echo to the city?" ***

“Why do you hate Arthur so much now? He used to be your role model for men. Mom, what happened?” “Sam, wake up! He is cursed and would be dead soon. You and I are very much aware of that.” “Is that why you and dad are gathering opposes to overthrow him?” “Look Sam, there are things that even you with all your wisdom wouldn’t be able to understand from an elder’s viewpoint. You must learn to switch things up when the time comes without being so emotional about it. Arthur Murray is doomed. Maxwell Murray is the new leader and we must embrace him now before it is too late.”

Arthur let out, feeling something he didn't understand, and he definitely didn't want to feel like that. Was it jealous? Wasn't he supposed to be over her? He immediately brushed it off, and walked over to where his grandfather was standing. His grandfather was happily chatting with some of his friends. As soon as Christian spotted Arthur, he delightedly smiled. "Oh, there he is…. Arthur, come here, let me introduce you to some of my friends." The old man had been waiting to show off his successor to his old friends. His old friends had always mocked Christian Stark for having no heir, so it was understood that he wanted to rub it off on their faces.

"You’re... you’re supposed to be in a grave in Zurich!" "I’m the one who built this empire, Rebecca. Did you really think a car crash would erase me?" Arthur King stepped out from the shadows inside the jet. He looked just like Christian—the same tall, imposing build, same sharp jawline, same unsettling dark eyes. Only the streaks of silver in his hair and the cold, calculating smile set him apart.