Kisah Hero Lancelot Novels & Stories

In the end, they looked over at Weston and Lancelot, who had not broken through yet. Moments later, Weston had started breaking through, much to his delight as he had achieved the First-grade ultimate god-level. Strangely, he faced the same situation as Alejandro and did not see the scene nor entered the mysterious space. Then… “Urfh!” Blood spouted from Lancelot’s mouth as he opened his eyes and had an unresigned expression. “Sigh, I was so close! I just had to fail!” Lancelot failed at breaking through his fighting prowess and was also badly hurt in the process. He had no other choice but to consume a healing pill and tend to his wounds.

"Lancelot, are you ready to confess?" Lancelot shook all over, knelt on the ground with a plopping sound, and said repeatedly. "Miss, little... this little one doesn't know what crime he has committed. Please miss, what crime have I committed to deserve this?" Carra sneered, "I ask you, where were you on the day of the fire?" Lancelot replied. "This little...this little one slept in the room that day, and only woke up after hearing the noise. So I rushed outside to help with the fire."

"Do you think you won't die? And when you do, I promise I will find you in hell." Lancelot snorted, "Yeah, that won't happen anytime soon." And how wrong he was, because just a month after achieving his ambition, Lancelot was killed in action, and his soul was sent to hell where Gresha was waiting for him.

Lancelot ordered. " Why would you do that?!" Kaen exclaimed. " I'd rather die than let V0 take your little head as she did to V4!" Lancelot says as he pats Kaen on the head like a senior to his junior. " But the news of Little 7 taking down the Version Slayer at Katusha is spreading and if V0 gets wind of this she's going to find out that I was posing as you and we, both will be getting the knife. Which is why you need to take down the elfin witch by the borders. " Lancelot explained.

He looked away toward the dais where the High Oracle, an ancient woman with cataract-clouded eyes, stood beside Bianca, who knelt before the slumped, dying queen on her throne. “Brothers and sisters of Camelot,” Kael’s voice carried across the hall. “We stand at the edge of a cliff. To the west, the Lycan King Darius gathers his forces. His shadow already touches our borders, and war is no longer a rumor.” A ripple of fear went through the crowd. "To protect this pack," Kael continued, "I need to be strong. And my pack needs a strong queen. Tonight, I choose my Luna.” I took a step forward, my heart hammering in my chest. Choose us. We can be strong together.

“Apologies but it might be a good idea to bring Lancelot home before the others find him first.” “That is,” Gareth agrees, “If they haven’t found him first.” “Has anyone even seen Lancelot?” Kaydence asks the group. “Hasn’t he been missing since Guinevere’s betrayal?” “He was never part of Mab’s order,” Bors confirms. “She only had 10 of us. Kay and Lancelot were lost during the battle, so she could not curse them at the same time she took all of us. I hate to be the one to say this but we need to use the beacon. We need to bring Lancelot back to us.” The knights begin to debate around us, discussing the benefits and potential pitfalls of using this option.

"Are you telling me that he did it on purpose?" Lancelot looked up at me, and there was something in them that made me swallow dry. It wasn’t anger; it wasn’t shame. It was humiliation. "He wanted to prove that I’m a danger to you. And I almost proved him right." I could not sleep. I lay down, looking at the ceiling, feeling that poisonous mixture of indignation and pain. Casper and I had a complicated history, but to provoke Lancelot like that? Force a transformation? This was not only cruel; it was too dangerous.

It seemed the story was finally finished and I couldn’t hold back my question anymore. “So who was Lancelot?” I had always liked the King Arthur stories and in most retellings Lancelot had often been my favorite. Richard rolled his eyes at me. “Lancelot wasn’t real. Some try to argue that he was Arthur’s Beta but there is nothing in our records indicating that was true.” “And Merlin?” This time, Richard’s eyes didn’t role but a instead a small smile crept onto his face.

Growls and snarls echoed through the forest as they clashed, neither willing to back down. The rogue leader made a swift and unexpected move, catching Lancelot off guard. Lancelot stumbled, clutching his abdomen in pain. But he quickly recovered, evading the rogue leader's next attack and launching a powerful counter-attack of his own. With a swift flick of his paw, he sent the rogue leader crashing to the ground. Lancelot wasted no time and pounced on him, a look of vengeance in his eyes. He gripped the rogue leader's neck, pulling him to his feet and throwing him against a sturdy tree. The sound of bones snapping filled the air as the rogue's life came to an abrupt end.

“Wait, she heard that? I thought the servants were busy with their own shenanigans that night?” Aran shrugged as a response. “She is keen, after all.” All of a sudden, I remembered the words that Lancelot spoke vividly that one spring night. “Dear stars... Please, give me strength...” Those words, although simple, I know it holds many meaning for Lancelot, as before he speak those words, his eyes wavered, as if his feeling were mixed. I never realized that his figure while he was hugging his knees looked so vulnerable, so fearful of this world that it made me want to protect him.