King Arthur Novels & Stories

On the bloody field, in front of an army of tens of thousands, Darius dropped to one knee in front of me. "My queen. Wherever you point, I charge." The army roared. Every wolf there shouted my name and his. Three months later, the Royal City held the coronation and mating ceremony. In front of every wolf gathered, Arthur announced his abdication. He'd decided to travel the world. He placed the crown of the Werewolf King in my hand himself. He stood on the high platform, eyes sharp on Darius. "If you make my sister cry even once, I'll personally pluck every hair off your hide."

I became scared of what he was about to do. But instead, he bowed. Every single board member followed. My heart stopped. “What are you doing?” I whispered. Arthur looked up. “Paying respect,” he said quietly. I had thought Arthur was a wicked fellow the moment I saw him at that spot on Lena door and the memory. He continued.. cutting me from my thoughts… “To the last surviving daughter of the Caelthorne Dynasty.” The room seemed to spin around me.

"I meant what I said before. Whatever happens—" "I know." I straightened the collar of his jacket, a gesture so simple and familiar it surprised us both. "You're not a monster. You're not your father. You're the first Kingston heir to claim the Aegis as a shield. Now go prove it." He almost smiled. Then he walked toward the stage.

I asked, my stomach taking a nervous dip. Arthur looked up at me, his dark eyes wide with shock. "It says your late father didn't just work at St. Matthew ten years ago, Vivian," Arthur read softly, his voice trembling. "It says he was secretly the lead surgeon for a royal family in Europe... and the former Crown Prince of England just filed an official claim stating that you are his legitimate daughter!"

He stamped his foot on the ground angrily, thinking that Alphonsus was trying to deceive him. George walked over to his dad as Alphonsus slowly released his arm. “Dad, I'm supposed to be the one training here since I'll be the next king.” “Hey, young man! Are you aware that I'll make this school so hellish for all the heirs and heiresses of my rivals?” His voice alone was enough to make George, a bold strong man to shiver. King Arthur was acclaimed the most powerful, dangerous and merciless in the world, Alpha Alexandro would be considered as learning work where Authur is present. Arthur was far more respected and acknowledged in the world being that he was ol

"There’s someone above him. Someone pulling strings.” A shadow moved in the alley across the street. Damien saw it too was at my side in an instant, his body angled protectively in front of mine. The figure stepped into the dim glow of a streetlamp. Tall. Lean. A familiar arrogant tilt to his head. Arthur. He lifted something, a chess piece. The king. Then placed it deliberately on the sidewalk. And walked away. Leaving us with the chilling certainty: This wasn’t over. It had only just begun.

“Your Majesty.” Alexander and I both turn our heads to the honorific I’m not allowed to use. I’m not sure why he doesn’t want me to call him that, but it makes me wonder if some part of him recognizes I’m not like the others – even if he hasn’t quite figured out I’m his mate. Marcel approaches, not batting at eye at me with the half-naked king. I wonder how many females Marcel has found in similar, if not more intimate, positions. “A reminder,” Marcel offers, “of your meeting with the ministers.”