Knight Of The Round Table Fate Novels & Stories

He held me so tightly, promising, "I don't believe in fate. I only know that you are the love of my life." I had believed him. Every memory of our love felt vivid, still so close—yet now, he had abandoned me for another woman without a second thought. I didn't understand. Was fate truly something we couldn't fight? Had it really pulled him, irresistibly, into Grace's arms? My whole body ached, each breath felt like fire. I couldn't tell whether the pain came from the wound or from my heart. Darkness fell like a curtain. When I came to, I was lying in a hospital bed.

A baby wailed in a burning cradle until silence swallowed it whole. Three dozen Royal Knights—the finest warriors of the southern territory—arrived on griffin-back, blades drawn, magic flaring. They lasted seven minutes. Lightning struck their beasts from the sky. The witches toyed with them. Aldrian smashed through shields and bone like a demon from the pits of forgotten hells. One knight crawled, bloodied and sobbing, toward a broken scepter of communication—but his head was torn clean off before he reached it. The forest swallowed the screams, the smoke, the cries.

"So... probably not." "I told you, I use the woods when I'm out here." He shrugs and laughs. Maddy breaks off one of the sticks and takes a bite. "Holy shit kid, what happened to your knuckles?" I completely forgot about the fight last night. And when we met Bob, Maddy never shook his hand. She kept her hands in her hoodie pocket. "Oh... um..." Maddy studdered. "She whipped Tammy's ass last night." Dane interrupts. "But she was talking shit like usual. So she had it coming."

Raven nailed his eyes on Knight, and this time it was Knight who dodged, "the ONE pack that you want nothing to do with in the whole world." "I..." Knight hesitated, but he couldn't seem to force himself to say the words that he knew he should-- I want to be a part of your pack. Because the truth is, he didn't want to. "Fate is an interesting thing, isn't it?" Raven gave Knight a bright smile, and it was so bright that Knight felt like it could burn him. "I would have died the first time we met, if it wasn't for fate," Still with that smile, Raven kept on. He didn't even get a chance to soak into how extremely lucky that he met Knight the way they did, at the time they did...

If Kit was seriously considering taking on her mother for the throne in the not-so-distant future, an idea that had entered her mind more and more since she’d seen the state the people were living in, the danger she was presenting to those who would do anything to protect her would be a lot more real than a friend holding up an easily splintered pole and charging. The knight marshal gestured in Kit’s direction, and she stood. “The score in this match is two points for Gavin of Wanesborough, and two points for Landon of Brendrake.” She paused for a cheer from the crowd and watched the anticipation on both men’s faces as they stared up at her. Whomever she announced as the winner would make th

The battle for the very soul of Ren'veil had now begun and the knights know what shall come should they fail their duty yet again. The sands of time turn against the warriors of Faith as the shadow looms upon the Frontier. The battle to determine the very survival of the realm had only just begun.

The leader pointed his javelin at Logan and roared, "Sinner! Get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness!" "It's the Knights of the Roundtable!" "I didn't even know these people existed!" "I didn't know they were here to protect the Scion!" "They are still alive! Oh my god!" The crowd reacted again. "You're all just dead people! You're nothing in Corynthea! We'll just call all of you ghosts!" Logan laughed. "I can destroy you in one attack!" The knights readied themselves. The crowd held their breaths. They no longer had the same confidence as before. These intruders had been mighty enough to beat up their superiors that they were nearing a crisis of faith. Could the knights defeat the de

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

* * * ~~~~1 hour later~~~~ Every room in the mansion was cleaned, and breakfast was served. The Smiths had already having breakfast in the dining hall and all the maids including Janet and I were seated at the kitchen having our breakfast. "So there are rumours that Sir Brian and you are dating." Alice said (she's also one of the maids) everyone went silent, I was in shock and didn't know what to say. " The room became silent and everyone was starring at me, waiting for me to answer. "And where did you hear that from? Because everyone looks like they have no idea about what you're talking about."

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”