King Arthur Siblings Novels & Stories

She was tempted to call his bluff and demand satisfaction and release right then and there, but, of course, brothers and sisters did not engage in such actions in polite society. Many a time Arthur bemoaned his fate for being born long after the time of the acceptance of siblings marrying. Even though they were half-brother and half-sister, the laws still held since they shared blood from the same father. He was six years old when his mother died giving birth to a brother who also died within a few days. It was not long afterward that his father remarried. Less than a year later Paulette was born.

“Thank you. She’s beautiful. What else can you tell me about her?” He grins, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yes, she’s stunningly beautiful.” The words feel like a gut punch. My heart drops in my chest, and my shoulders slump in defeat as the wolf in my mind lies down and howls. I'm growing used to her earsplitting pain. But I refuse to give Arthur or his family any emotional leverage against me. I intentionally sit up and continue listening attentively. Arthur blows out a deep breath before continuing. “Our parents were all friends growing up in court. Charlotte had an older brother named Simon and an adopted little sister named Jenny. Elizabeth and I were friends with the chi

He hugged me and I patted his back slowly. "What did you brothers do to you? Did they bully you again?" I asked. Arthur here is a very smart boy, he's 2 years younger than the twins but he managed to get into the same grade so they're like triplets but Arthur is actually smaller than them. I know the twins don't like that fact because people praised Arthur more than them. We all love them equally but often the twins bullied Arthur because of jealousy. That's why Arthur loves to hangout with their grandparents more instead of hanging out with us. I feel bad for him because he's such a sweet kid.

When they were alone, Archer sat on the velvet upholstered chair beside his sister. “What is it, Archer? You look grave. Is there terrible news?” she inquired, her crystal blue eyes, identical to his, turning somber. They both look like their father, he and Agatha, with their golden hair, cerulean eyes, and strong shoulders. Some of the guests that their father have had over the years have said that they could have easily been twins. Instead of answering the question, Prince Archer leaned back on his seat and gazed at the view of the Tower as seen from the pavilion. “Do you remember the first time we visited Elder Athelstan’s castle up North when we were children?” he asked.

The just ended battle had left the whole pack in chaos and it is more surprising that it was headed by his own step brother, Vince. Arthur had lost his mother at his birth and his father took another mate to take care of him. His father's new mate also gave birth to another boy a year after their mating ceremony. His step mother/Vince's mother had raised both of them in pure love that they were sometimes mistaken as twins because they had the same facial similarities and body build. Despite their striking resemblance, they have a major difference; their wolves are different. While Arthur's wolf is a giant black one, Vince's wolf is a bit smaller and grey in color.

Charles doesn't seem to be happy he was here. Arthur pulled him into a hug. “Argh. My junior brother's all grown. Man, look at that athletic build.” He teased him, playfully punching his chest and they both laughed. “Oh, who's this? Girlfriend?” Arthur referred to me and I replied abruptly. “His nanny. Babysitter too and academic handler.”

Desperate for a son, he had searched for remedies and finally had a baby boy. On his deathbed, Arthur had gripped Oscar's hand and confessed the truth in a ragged whisper. The child had been injured in the womb and never survived. To comfort the girls, and because the Chamberlain family cared too much about bloodline, he had claimed the boy was merely lost. He had made Oscar promise never to tell them. The sisters had spent their lives chasing the dream of bringing their brother home. That dream shaped them. Arthur had looked at Oscar as though he were already family.

A couple papers were placed into my hands, and to my surprise, it was a DNA sibling test between Sophia and Arthur Lambert. I tossed William a confused look. If William had been telling me the truth, Arthur was long dead. So, how were they able to do a DNA sibling test if one of the siblings was dead? “Arthur gave me a couple samples of his DNA very early on,” William explained after seeing my puzzlement. “He was desperate to find his sister, and with his profession in the military, there was always a chance he wouldn’t live to see her be found. And he was right. So, as his friend, of course I wanted to help him. It was his last wish.”

It took a while for Arthur to process but he finally understood that the twins were the younger siblings of Jeremy. "Oh so it's you." Tristan muttered with a 'not so intrigued' tone. "Just so you know,don't think you're the only one capable to do cool stuffs. My brother and I are way better than you." Arthur raised his eyebrow with a smile. He liked the Twins already. Their strong will,ego and strength was enough to conclude. "Is that a thank you?" Arthur asked with his eyes wavering between the two. Tristan shot a smug face with his brother all smiley.

I mumbled and pulled away to look at her, "By the way, are the kings Brothers?" "Yeah," She answered," They are nonidentical triplets, King Lucien is the eldest--One minute elder than King Micheal whose the second eldest, and King Archer is the youngest." "Oh," "Don't worry about anything, you'll do good," She patted my back,"Now go and sleep, we need to leave early in the morning," "Okay, Martha," This was going to be a long night for me as well as the upcoming day, I could only hope for my luck to be good at this case. So far the Vampire Kings were still a mystery for me and working for them was going to be a heck of a ride.