Round Table Arthur Mga Nobela at Kwento

Wolves were whispering, elders were standing, some rushing out in fear. Arthur, King of the West, chuckled darkly. “I guess the Red Moon isn’t as peaceful as we all thought.” Rowan’s gaze snapped to him. “Watch your tongue before I twist it out,” he said in a low growl that made the candles flicker. Arthur smirked. “Oh, I’m just surprised. Didn’t know murderers were welcome here.” “Leave, Arthur,” Rowan snarled, his eyes glowing gold. “Before I make you.”

' Immediately, Arthur turned red in the face and felt embarrassed. Then, Darryl stood up shakily; he could fall to the ground at any time. Suddenly, Arthur regained his confidence and shouted, "Stand aside." In that instance, the disciples around him retreated. Arthur inhaled deeply and shouted, "Darryl, you claimed that the Five Poison Sect disciples outnumbered you. Fine. I'll fight you, one on one. I'll let all of you go if you can defeat me." As he spoke, he looked serious, but his eyes flickered with treachery.

He is incensed and almost on the verge of shifting. "You pride yourself in diligence, boy. I bet you never saw this one coming. How do you like the present I gifted you in the dead of the night?" I have never seen this side of Arthur and I am not ashamed to say it scares me a little bit. His aura is so strong that if I had been an ordinary wolf, I am certain that I would have recoiled from pain. No wonder he is a warrior. After the growl, Arthur smashes my table made of oak wood and it disintegrates into smithereens.

Carl fell to the ground, clutching his stomach as blood gushed out of his mouth. "Your majesty, are you alright," Arnold yelled glancing at Arthur." Arthur let out a burst of laughter. "I won Carl, I won. I finally defeated you," Arthur said, taking slow steps towards Carl. Carl fixates his weak gaze on Arthur. 'I won't be dying alone,' he mumbled inwardly. And before Arthur and Arnold knew what was happening, Carl used all his strength to launch an attack, on Arthur, plunging his sword into his heart.

“Especially if they can’t reach you. We need to get her dressed and get out of here.” “The people see what I allow them to see, Richard,” Arthur replied. He didn’t even glance back. His focus was entirely on me, his eyes dark with a hunger that made my stomach flip. It was terrifying, but I hated the way my pulse jumped in response. I hated that even now, I wanted him to keep looking. “What is this place?” I whispered. My voice sounded small. “This is the truth,” Arthur said. He led me to a safe fixed to the corner of the wall. He spun the dial, the clicks echoing in the quiet room, and pulled out a thick leather binder. He dropped it onto a small desk and flipped it open.

The confrontation required a stage. We couldn't go to his rented cliffside mansion; that was his territory. The school was a warzone. Our homes were sanctuaries, now violated. So Arthur proposed neutral ground: the back room of The Salty Dog, the oldest, most stubbornly un-renovated pub on the coast. It smelled of decades of beer, fried fish, and unvarnished truth. Old Bob, the owner, owed Lanc for fixing his roof after a storm twenty years ago. He asked no questions, just handed Arthur the key.

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

One reserved for the royal family, another for the nobles who worked directly in the castle and another table for the important entities of the church. They continued walking and reached the table reserved for the royal family, where King Arthur was already having his breakfast. "Good morning Your Majesty!" said the Seanford couple. "Good Morning!" Arthur nodded. "Excuse me!" said the Seanfords, each pulling out a chair opposite Arthur. "How did you rest?" asked Arthur, once they were seated. "We had a good rest... Thank you!" said Archie. "That's what matters." Dylan and Archie remained silent, serving breakfast.

There was a time that would have hurt. Now it feels like proof. Arthur is in the kitchen when I find him, sleeves rolled up, arguing gently with a pot that refuses to boil. He looks up, startled, then smiles. “You’re late,” he says. “I took the long way,” I replied. We eat quietly. Bread. Cheese. A stew that tastes better than it should considering how little attention we paid it. After a while, he says, “They’ve organized a rebuilding circle.” “For the workshops?” “Yes. No council. Just… people.”

We stood on a high podium before them and he raised my hand up and said. “Crescent Moon Pack! I present to you Eleanor, my mate and now the Luna of this pack...” A murmuring broke out in the gathering. Then one of the elders raised his hand to speak. Arthur let him speak. “Arthur, there is a rumor going around of your mate being a human, is this true?” The murmurings erupted again.