Lanney Gwain Saga Novels & Stories

In the early morning sun, Elaine could still see Andrew's grin as he left her in the shadows of the night. “You idiot,” The knight murmured, fingering the bright gold letters of the book, thinking she should have let him kiss her for what he’d done. Both so frustrating and yet the salvation of her people, “You wonderful idiot.” Elaine took a seat in the wooden chair, her hand opening the age-old book. Eyes scanned the countless names and gifts of fire, ice, and even wind. Some could speak into minds, and those who were so powerful they could bring down kingdoms or even end the 200’s year war.

He didn't want to feel anything close to happiness because soon, when he had begun to get engrossed in it, it would disappear. Gwenevere walked toward the sea with slow steps. Her eyes were almost closed, she didn't have the strength to open them wide enough. With her hardly opened eyes, she could see a figure walking towards her, she couldnt see the the features of the person, but she could tell it was a man. As she took slow steps, she yearned for the peace of the sea, the happiness it brought with it when the waves played around. It was a place she came to when she felt down and unable to continue her fight. She knew that one way or the other, staring at the sea would bring her hope, hope

Gwen I climbed down from my horse and ran blindly in the snow. Arrows darken the sky like a swarm of deadly hornets, raining down upon the combatants with relentless fury. Shields clash as soldiers form a shield wall, bracing against the onslaught. Swords flash in the sunlight, carving through the chaos with deadly precision. Amidst the chaos, champions emerge, their valour shining like beacons in the midst of darkness. But they are slaughtered. They rally their comrades, leading charges and striking down foes with legendary prowess. Yet, even the bravest warriors falter in the face of overwhelming odds.

“Really? What is it?” “Well, did you know that the High Wolf King—the man you read about in the book, who fought the Raven Wolf King—is my descendant?” “But… the High King and that battle happened in England, where that royal pack still exists. Isn’t his descendant on the throne there?” “No. Once that battle was done and the High Wolf King—Gwain—was dead, there was another war for the throne. Gwain’s son was too young to take it, and opportunists took that chance to attack. Gwain’s family fled to the New World when the first settlers gave way.”

Gwen shouts, sprinting in the opposite direction. Being in my larger dragon form, it takes me a moment to maneuver around to face her. By the time I am face to face with Gwen, I see she has picked up a stray sword from the ground and has already pierced Prince Geoffrey. Geoffrey’s hands that were placed on Gwen’s shoulders trying to stop her leaving fall limp at his sides as he crumples to the ground.

They were stopped by two warriors guiding the door with silver badges on their breast plate. "Pardon us, Prince Arthur but your warriors are forbidden to enter the Kingdom as per the rule of King Bartholomeo!" "And who are you," asked Prince Arthur. "I am Gusion, one of the enchanted warriors of the King!" answered the warrior. Prince Arthur turned to the left side of the door where the other warrior guard was standing. "And you?" "I am Belerick, also one of the enchanted warriors of the King!"

When they settled down close to me and Orel took his place beside me, I began explaining what I witnessed or experienced and when I was done, a carefully placed mask was on Gwenn face. “What will you do Gwenn?” Elison asked after spitting out multiple insults. “I will make the journey to Northshore where I will clearly state that if anything happen to my husband, they will face my wrath and that of the Dar Empire, when he got married to me. He inherited my titles too and that make him a very important person to the Dariths.” Gwenn said in such a cold voice that I immediately went wary. Orel nodded as he studied Gwenn “We will need their support and we cannot afford to be without you in this

She joined them as Nathan posed the question. “Why is this place called the Bloody Gorge?” “Ah Sir, there is a history. There is a history about which all of the people of our country are not aware. In the sixteen hundreds the son of the great Lancashire was fighting with the Parliamentarians. At least one of his generals was. Royalists were waiting near Worcester to come here and then smash the Parliamentarians. With me?” he enquired. Susan noticed that the man was growing increasingly red in his colour. The drink must be taking effect, she thought but she refrained from any kind of expression.

She ran on the rocks, she ran on tiptoe But took great care to mind the blue waves below Ran on tiptoe but took great care to mind the blue waves below And she was invited on board the ship And there they bade her drink both mead and wine On board ship And there they bade her drink both mead and wine I see I see on your white fingers small The wedding band has not been there for long White fingers small The wedding band has not been there for long I see I see on your golden hair That before yesterday the wreath was not there Golden hair That before yesterday the wreath was not there I see I see on your lily white breasts That small children they have not consoled Lily white breasts That smal

King Icarus του Rhodes was a powerful and influential man and he was better an ally than an enemy. "The girl lies. Princess Helen, you have known Gawain since he was a boy, have you not? "I asked after much thought. "Yes, your Majesty. Whenever he practiced swordsmanship, he would always have me close by. He was my best friend so yes. I do know His Grace. "