Legend Of King Arthur Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 36 XXXVI Rosalie “Avalon?” I turn to Estelle in disbelief. “As in King Arthur and his round table of knights?” Estelle hummed her agreement, before brushing past and down the stairs. “Is there any fairy tale, that is just that?... A story to lull children to sleep.” “Oh, King Arthur was a very real person. As was Merlin.”

End of Book 1 === Coming soon (ongoing): The Hunted Wolf (Eva’s book) Blue Thunder: Forging the Legend (book 2) Biting the Eternal Love (Veronica’s book) In plans (plot outlines in development): Gus’s book (no title yet) Blue Thunder: Raising the Legacy (book 3) Hendrick’s book (no title yet, to pick up when the book of Veronica ends) Potential plans (synopsis written): Victoria’s book Raymond’s book Audrey’s book

Nova’s POV The library was silent, save for the occasional crackle of the fire in the hearth. A dozen open books surrounded me, their pages filled with old, faded scripts that blurred together in my tired mind. Liora’s journal lay at the center of it all, her precise handwriting guiding me through fragmented thoughts and cryptic hints. The Rogue King. The Forsaken Amulet. The medallion Rowena had presented at the council meeting. All of it pointed to a larger puzzle, but the pieces didn’t fit—not yet.

“How will the realm react when they find out? We both discovered weeks ago that the Ouroboros was behind the rogue attacks that took the lives of our people…” “Step. Away. From. The King's woman,” Lucas bit out, each word striking cold not wanting to hear more words. Valoreth fully turned in Lucas’ direction and started toward him. “Alright, Lucas,” he said, his hands still clasped behind him. Arianna spotted the book, and her eyes widened. That was Selene's book—the one she had read with Brigid. How in the world did it end up in his hands? This was bad.

“What do you think it is?” Kael answered quietly. “The kind of book kingdoms start wars over.” She carefully opened the first page. Elegant handwriting stretched across the yellowed parchment. The Book Before the War Beneath it… Another sentence. One that stole the air from every lungs in the room. Written in the reign of Queen Lysandra and King Alaric of Crimson, that those who come after us may remember the truth we fought to protect. Silence. No one moved. No one breathed. Sera blinked first.

***ABOUT THE BOOK*** The Elf King & I is a romance/humor/fantasy fiction set in the fictional world called Aldous (+ a few more) and the real world, USA. The relationships of the characters are: - BxB for main couples. - BxG for others. This story is bound to have some silly events to depict comedy scenes for a good-time laugh. Nevertheless, though the story may start light-themed at first, it is recommended to brace yourself for a heavy plot in the future.

Tamizh huffs softly "You can't fold your tongue well in the first place to pronounce the alphabet so stop your dumb reasoning" Madhi raises her eyebrows and stops lifting the books scattered on the floor. She twitches her lips and asks crossing her hands "Then why don't you tell me the cleverest reason for this mess?" Tamizh just simply looks at her and starts whimpering "I lost it!". Madhi is puzzled by that statement with no details and asks "You lost what?". Tamizh pouts gloomily and says "My Artbook..". And that's when Madhi gets shocked and asks in disbelief "What?? How..and where? You literally sleep hugging it every day!".

he grumbled standing up to his full-length. What the hell is a Finder? My eyes watched him carefully, sweeping every single detail about him, curiosity overtaking me. This was the King of Lycans, Legion's father. Damian was what he had introduced himself as to Miss Lili and Kaya. But I had learned from the witches that Legion was a prince- I narrowed my eyes on studying him intensely, barely noticing Legion had moved from beside me, stepping back and folding his arms- “Well, at least I evolve. From what I know, Kings are born arrogant,” I huffed casually folding my arms.

—KNIGHT ERRANT It was my father who first told me about Sir Lancelot and King Arthur and all the rest of them, and I was just a little boy the first time that Sir Lancelot came to visit me. I was in bed, in the big bedroom at the top of the stairs, and he rode right up the staircase on his horse, with his lance and his armour and everything, and stood at the end of the bed, with the horse rearing up every now and then, and making that kind of gargling sound that horses make, while he talked to me. He kept his visor down so that I couldn't see his face, but his voice was very clear and powerful. He said I was never going to see his face, and he was right, I never have. He said he would always

If she would receive another blow from Ren, I’m afraid her body won’t be able to take it. “You should stay back, Mother. I will fight him as much as I am allowed to. I’m sure there are people coming to help us.” I glared at Ren. He must be lying when he said that Demitri and the rest are dead. That couldn’t be possible. King Arthur was with them and I trust Demitri and Martin’s skills in fighting. There’s no way they would be defeated by this bastard. “But Ophelia, you can’t…” she trailed off and her gaze drifted down to my abdomen.