Lancelot-grail Novels & Stories

"What is it, have you found your mate or something in there?" He waited for my reaction so he could understand me but I gave him none and stubbornly I shrugged it off. "Oh my goodness father I have been there only for one day and you think I have found my mate. For a fact the moon goddess has already stated an prophecy that I'll never have a mate then why even bring it up."

"Of course. You must be careful. They must be looking for the Grail of Immortality and Youth that disappeared a long time ago and I don't think they've ever performed a ritual with it. While they only have the chalice of flames." The chalice of Immortality, that's what was kept in the secret room. Chaz was right, those mystical grails were indeed the most sacred objects for the black magic world. Elgar and Kathleen began to prepare everything before heading to the witches' hideout. Kathleen is very good at making potions, and I didn't expect her to find such a deadly poison. I guess they really wanted to use their abilities to do good. "Do you trust them now?" I asked Alden as the two of the

Inside was an emerald necklace with a silver chain. It was flawless and intricate. The old lady put it around Clarissa’s neck and clasped it close. Clarissa’s fingers found the chain and traced it quietly. “You can work on moving the spell to this as you travel on the road. If you cannot remove the blessing from yourself, at least you will still have a pendant to offer as the relic. This pendant has an amazing potential for holding whatever spell they want to be placed on it.” Clarissa knew that if Stefan had not mentioned the quest to her, the purple sage had divined it.

His voice was so hoarse that it made my ears sting, "I wondered why that thing didn't scoop out your heart. Turns out, your blood was the best shield..." …… I woke up drenched in sweat, back in my bed. It was a week before the Haunts world descended. The gold bar from last night's burial was still heavy in my pocket.

The field, full of different flowers and the snow falling on top, made it look like everything was a scene straight from a romance movie. It was a short peck that lasted for seconds and Joseph pulled away. But, he could not meet the other's eyes. Joseph was looking at the plum tree while Theodore was admiring the locket. It had a carving of a person who was half-demon and half-angel. The demon in the locket was pink in color, while the angel was maroon in color. He couldn't believe it. It was such a beautiful locket. He hugged Joseph, "This is such a pretty locket. Did you make it yourself?" "Yes, I did make it. And it signifies our friendship. I tried to make it as beautiful as I could. I h

They way it rolled off his tongue so easily…it made something deep within me ache. “To answer your question,” Lancelot said once he’d calmed down, “I don’t just rely on sex as my diet otherwise I wouldn’t be barking at you every morning to get me some coffee,” a pointed look in my direction, his eyes still sparkling, before he turned his eyes back on the road. “I can eat all sorts of food and before you ask, I use the bathroom just like any human does, but unlike humans my body can’t extract the nutrients out of those foods to provide me energy. I can only borrow energy from human females and I’m sure you know the rest.”

After the event she planned to drink herself to stupor in her chambers and with her husband. Lancelot was seated on his throne, adorned in his royal robe and dressed elegantly, to please his Luna. Yet, as he sat in the seat, he wanted nothing more than to go over to Garrett and hold him by his throat until every life in him was lost. But, he couldn't do that just yet, a more unbearable punishment was waiting for him.

Draco blurted out hurriedly, sensing the impatience in his brother's tone. Lancelot couldn't help but chuckle, though it was tinged with a hint of bitterness. "That he-goat? How many times have I warned you not to trust his words? He's a dim wit!" Draco sighed, his voice trembling slightly. "Our father had a connection with a widow many years ago. He banished her to protect his secret, and she placed a curse on him. The same curse hangs over you as well." Lancelot's laughter died in his throat, replaced by a wave of solemnity. This was serious, not some jest or prank. How could he be paying for his father's mistakes? Even when he hates his father with every fibre of his being?

Alister asked and stood up, he drew his sword and placed it next to the other sword on the table "Read its name..." Danté squinted at its Celtic encryption "Dragonsbane" "Does that name ring a bell to you?" "No?" "They are the swords of our forefathers, this belonged to Sir Lancelot, a knight of the round table" Danté chuckled "A Knight of Arthur? Did you steal this then?" "Did you steal yours?" "It was handed to me by the cross!"

Lancelot softened his voice seeing Erebus being so upset, "So I guess it's hearsay after all. But it's always the most powerful we wizards look for, and that's why we are after the gift of the tree." "Thanks for saying that." Erebus said in a defeated voice. He couldn't be mad at Lancelot, not when he was trying to comfort him. It wasn't even Lancelot's fight anymore. He was dead. It wasn't his responsibility, nor in his benefit if he lied. But Erebus just couldn't accept that his whole life was a lie. "I'll tell you another thing," Lancelot sighed, jumped down from the branch he was sitting on, "I don't know if it's related to this, but maybe you'd be interested."