King Arthur Novels & Stories

I stood beside him, feeling every word sink into the room. “Lumian is dead,” Arthur said. “And he is dead because General Frank gave his life making sure that monster never reached my mate or my children.” My throat tightened. Arthur’s hand squeezed mine. “This kingdom will honour him. Not with empty words. Not with bowed heads that lift again when it is convenient. You will remember that you are alive because he kept fighting when most would have fallen.” The room stayed silent. Arthur looked down at me then, and there was something in his eyes I did not understand.

Arthur offered his Deputy a look of deep, appreciative gratitude. “Cleo, you are scheduled to take over from Walther in a few years, are you not?” King Arthur stated, his gaze distant, already planning the next decade of the monarchy. “Ensure your mentorship under him is rigorous. Professionalism and ruthless accuracy are the only acceptable standards for the Chief Warrior. If my nephew, upon his return, approves of your character, you will take Walther’s position without delay. Once my heir is properly installed on the throne, I can finally abdicate. I will travel with my sister, touring the farthest packs and visiting the grandest Human Territories. And when

His mouth opened, but no words came. Then Loara rushed forward, her heels clicking desperately against the floor as she dropped beside him. “Your Majesty, forgive us!” she pleaded, her face pale. “He has been unwell, ever since losing his closest… friend. Please, allow me to take him out before he offends you further.” Arthur’s gaze burned into them. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, before he finally spat, “Take him. Before I end his pathetic excuse of a reign myself.”

“ARIES.” Calling yet pricing, Arthur draws a proud and satisfied smile unto his face as he flips the key from his hand and took it by the other, and repeated the action for the seventh time. With the key, he requested, yet demanded to have with the command to have his very own knight. He giggles in silence knowing that ‘they knew, ‘HE’ knew and where nothing in this world and especially towards him that they ‘both’ will not know and be aware of. Yet, strange but not. His plan and what run unto his mind is a piece and just a small slice of the entire game HE is playing against Him. A game wherein this choice and move that he took, is the very calculated path and will of HIS very game.

, but that was more than enough to assure me as I dozed off. According to what I was told, Arthur ran back to the palace courtyard and found Keith practicing with his soldier, like usual. Keith didn’t know Arthur could talk, so Arthur violently barked at him and even tugged on his trousers in order to get his attention. Keith crouched down by the puppy and jokingly asked him where I was, and Arthur tried pulling him in the direction of the woods, but he just ignored him.

He said with a laugh. “Arthur,” I called his name with so much hatred. “Calm down Drake,” he said as he walks a bit closer to us. Keith, Lance, and Justine moved closer to me, preparing to attack if needed. Arthur huffed and then laughed out loud. “What did Drake feed you that you are so loyal to him and follow his order when you can overthrow him?” Arthur asks them with an evil smile plastered on his ugly face. “We don’t need to overthrow him,” Keith said as he gritted his teeth.

I finally defeated you," Arthur said, taking slow steps towards Carl. Carl fixates his weak gaze on Arthur. 'I won't be dying alone,' he mumbled inwardly. And before Arthur and Arnold knew what was happening, Carl used all his strength to launch an attack, on Arthur, plunging his sword into his heart. "You can't win against me Arthur," Carl mumbled weakly. "Your Majesty!" Arnold yelled, stabbing Carl again. And this time, Carl slump to the ground, shutting his eyes, as a drop of tears trickle down. ... Carl's men arrived at the scene later killing Arnold and taking their king's body away. Carl's remaining soldiers, consisting of five thousand men could not return to Everton because they rece

That's what they nicknamed him. The rumor reached the Palace, King Alpha Daelous heard about it but he doesn't care as long as Alpha Arther will stay loyal to him. Alpha Arther is the King Alpha's Sword, he pledges his loyalty towards the King to become his sword after helping Arther in death when they were both children.

But it would be a different matter if I found a new King that would take my place. Gripping my hands tight, I looked at the other corner of the garden. Arthur, who was supposed to be busy because he is the pack doctor as well as my closest aide, was watching as the pack prepares for the celebration. Although he was not directly interfering with the arrangement, one could see that he was carefully observing everything, trying to make sure that everything was fine. “Arthur... you have always listened to me and follow my words...” “This time, will you again listen to me?” I softly muttered as I looked at the man who was originally born to the King of the Silver Pack.

She talked to herself. She got ready, and the arbiter started counting. She quickly got three arrows, and immediately put them in her bow. Without saying a word, she released it into the sky, where many pigeons were released. "Great! Great!" The audience screamed, and King Arran was one of them. "Looks like your filia inherited your skills, Duke Murdoch," King Arran said with a smile. "Accientsy has potential, and I like her honesty," he added. Accientsy's father didn't speak, and just listened to everything the king said. She slightly turned to where the king and her father were, she put her right hand on her chest and made a slight vow.