Kisah Hero Lancelot Novels & Stories

"Oh, you don't need to act like a hero to save me, Lancelot. Trust me, I don't fit for the heroine role so don't sacrifice yourself for my sake." Lancelot smirked. "Who says I will sacrifice myself for your sake? I will face them because I know that I can defeat them with no sweat. If you must know, I was trained by the magical healer himself at a very young age. He started training me at the age of five and Father wasn't really the type of trained who will go gentle in you, not even to his own child. Do you know about his dragon? I defeated him alone." My lips fell open. He defeated that dragon alone? The dragon who Demitri and the other princes fought with so much struggle before they had

“Are you thee Sir Lancelot, from Camelot?” Lance laughed. “No, I was a knight in the early twelfth century, about a hundred years or so after King Arthur’s reign. As I said, the Arthurian legends were strong then. Having been raised on the legend, I wanted to stand up for what was right, to defend my country.” “And now you live in America?” Lance nodded. “When did you come here?” “It’s a long story, but around the 1600s,” he said, smiling, then added, “but that’s a story for another time.” He took a sip of his wine. “My story is a bit complex.”

"Actually, it's an exact replica of Camelot and " "King Arthur designed it," I finished, nodding in understanding. "You knew him?" "Actually, he lived a hundred years before I was born, but I have always been amazed by his story. I was raised on his legend," Lance said, thinking back to another time, another place. "He was betrayed by his best friend and his wife, but he still thought of England first. As you know, he sent scouts to look for the Holy Grail for the betterment of England. He always put his country first, despite his personal trials. I have always tried to emulate him, to put my people's needs first before my own."

He seemed to be a wind in the speed and cleanliness of his movements. I just found myself intensely blushing as I witnessed his soft lips touch the back of my hand. Dastan, formally bent his body in his prince-like way with his eyes closed. I was stunned by him when he straightened up. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Dastan Lancelot Gazellian, I may not have that spade birthmark. But I can make you the queen, beautiful Claret Cordelia Amor..." I couldn't count how many minutes I stared at him, but as soon as I woke up to the truth I immediately pulled my hand away from him.

Lancelot had been particularly idle these past few days. Earlier that day, while eating at a tavern, he had overheard people at the next table plotting to kill the king. Without hesitation, he had scurried over excitedly. Upon learning that a heroic figure like Commander Morris had been killed, he was instantly filled with righteous indignation. Mostly, though, it was because he had heard from Fred and the others that Commander Morris had been Henry's close friend. In that case, he had to do his part.

Lancelot couldn't recall what exactly had happened, but one thing was sure, and that was the fact that he didn't save her. When he had jumped into the water, he remembered passing out in the process of saving her. The next time he regained consciousness, she was beside him with everyone thinking he was actually the one that had saved her. The pool workers said they had found them lying next to each other when they arrived. So, they figured Lancelot must've passed out after bringing her out of the pool. But Lancelot was very aware that didn't happen. He couldn't remember bringing her out of the pool. He knew someone else had saved them both, but since he couldn't tell who it was, he kept quie

She did fall in love and that too with her knight. ****** 5 ACE MEMBERS: 1. Namit Khanna[BOOK -> YET AGAIN] 2. Dhruv Kapoor[BOOK -> EMBER TO MY FLAME] 3. Arjun Malhotra[BOOK -> THE KNIGHT AND HIS PRECIOUS] 4. Kiaan Chauhan 5. Hredhaan Rajvansh This is the third book in the ace series and is about the third ace of the 5 ace group, Arjun Malhotra. ********

While others - Princess Diana, Chief Madu, Dave, and other slaves all tried to seek protection. Suddenly, three of the four warriors passed out, they have be sedated from afar. They all saw needles in their neck. Lancelot was the only warrior standing. With that, Lancelot sprang into action. She gripped the axe of one of the warriors who was already sedated and hurled it at the man who seems to be in control, Their leader. The man ducked fluidly and the axe thudded into the head of one of the men behind him.

"Oh, you don't need to act like a hero to save me, Lancelot. Trust me, I don't fit for the heroine role so don't sacrifice yourself for my sake." Lancelot smirked. "Who says I will sacrifice myself for your sake? I will face them because I know that I can defeat them with no sweat. If you must know, I was trained by the magical healer himself at a very young age. He started training me at the age of five and Father wasn't really the type of trained who will go gentle in you, not even to his own child. Do you know about his dragon? I defeated him alone." My lips fell open. He defeated that dragon alone? The dragon who Demitri and the other princes fought with so much struggle before they had

Still, he had found it impossible to tell his family about her. How would he say it? That as alpha king, he was going to pick a human, not just any human, but an American one, as his Luna queen. Madeline would have his head, and James would laugh him to scorn. There would be nothing that would save him from the wrath of the Dankworth family. Absolutely nothing. "Sir Lancelot" When Lancelot finally acknowledged the voice, he turned around to see Peter standing behind him. A laptop opened up in his arms.