Round Table Arthur Novels & Stories

“If anything, in Arthur’s old age, he began decreasing their share. Was even considering rewriting some of the bylaws to set all new appointments to a council vote. But part of him couldn’t bear the thought of breaking tradition. The role had to go to his bloodline to continue the line that, some say, dates all the way back to the days of King Arthur of old.” We all have a chuckle at that. “King Arthur and the knights of his round table,” I say. “And now it’s time for Queen Abigail and her knights of the round table,” Carson declares triumphantly. “Here, here,” Luther grins, raising a glass of orange juice before taking a swallow. “Now, let’s finish our meals so that you can go meet him.” “W

"Arthur? You’re early. I have the lamb almost—" The words died. Arthur stood at the head of the long table, his golden Alpha aura suffocating the air in the room. But he wasn't alone. Beside him stood a man draped in silk and arrogance—Leopold. The "Lost Prince" of the North. The man Arthur had mourned for a decade. The pack council sat in the shadows, their faces like stone. "Arthur?" Phineas’s voice cracked. He moved forward, reaching for his mate’s hand.

By the time Samuel gave me a call after realizing that both mother and son were gone, I was already seated in a cafe opposite Patrick's office. I was sitting in the exact same spot by the window where I had sat when I had met Lucille months ago. It gave me a clear view of the office's entrance. Shania sat across from me and took a sip of her coffee. Then, something caught her eye, making her nearly spit her coffee out. She pulled me closer to the window to take a better look outside. "Your timing is impeccable! Lucille's here!" I turned and saw Lucille looking up at the building with the baby in her arms.

Arthur lounges by the table, flipping through a worn map like it’s the morning paper. “Hey,” Cara says with a grin, eyes twinkling. “How are our guests today?” Arthur doesn’t look up. “Two joined Zev and the outside party. The other one’s still under guard.” My smile falters. “Oh… Zev left?” “Relax,” Arthur says, chuckling like he’s heard my disappointment before I speak it. “He’ll be back. You and Zev—etched in the stars. I can hear the whispers.” He waves a hand around his head dramatically. “Right here. Fate’s humming.”

It was 11:58 pm and she would be 18 years old very soon. “Ladies and gents, if I could just have your attention for a moment. I have a small announcement to make, before we all wish our guest of honour a very happy birthday,” King Arthur spoke loudly. At 11:59 pm, King Arthur had been speaking about alliances and friendships between the packs. Something about coming together as one. Nellie wasn’t really listening; she was anxiously watching the clock. She took a big gulp of the whiskey in front of her, hoping to calm her nerves.

Arthur nodded and left when Gabriel ordered Jonathan to clear the surrounding air, as the smell was still disturbing him. What was funny was that everyone was standing on their stiff poster without talking or moving from their place. When Arthur came, he found the stillness in the atmosphere and also the way everyone was looking at each other as if they turned into a statue. And they only could move their eyes being a statue. Arthur positioned the king’s chair a little farther while Elsa’s chair was near Rose. It maddened the king, and his voice roared more toward the man, “Placed the two chairs side by side.”

Dustin and the heirs of various noble families, along with the famous physicians, all sat in the main hall of the McCall family villa and enjoyed their tea. Logically, since Jonathan had been cured, they should have taken their leave. However, they remained to simply watch the unfolding drama. Arthur had been humiliated, and he would not let this go so easily. Dustin enjoyed his tea leisurely in the main seat, while Arthur glared at him as if he was ready to devour him.

"What about beards? Do you want to shave it off or style it?" Arthur thought for a moment and then said: "Shave it off." "I understand. Please just relax! It will take some time." Ben began to put the cloak around Arthur's neck and then picked up the scissors to start his work. The shop owner led Alice inside, into a room deep inside the small house. He opened the door and invited her in. Alice looked around the room where there were weapons everywhere. On the wall were shelves. Around them were large wooden shelves. In the middle of the room was a large table. There were even suspended shelves on the ceiling that could be hung up and down. There were knives, swords, and daggers everywhere.

The ballroom is stifling hot with so many bodies, and I’m starting to feel a bit light-headed. After about an hour, Arthur’s phone buzzes in his pocket. He checks it and frowns. “I need to take this. Will you be alright for a few minutes? I’ll be right back.” “I’m a big girl,” I say with a smile. “Go be important. I’ll… mingle or something.” Once Arthur disappears into a side room, I decide to explore the ballroom a bit. The venue really is impressive—all marble floors and soaring ceilings, with historical paintings lining the walls. I pause in front of one depicting the founding of Ordan, fascinated by the artistic style.

Dalton’s office, but wouldn’t he have taken me to the living room instead if it was actually forbidden? So without overthinking it, I entered the room and close the door behind me…only to find out that this was Arthur’s home office. The walls were lined with bookshelves, filled with classic literature and important reference materials. A mahogany desk sat in the center of the room, with an ergonomic office chair. There was also a large conference table, perfect for hosting important meetings. A flat-screen TV hung on the wall, along with a state-of-the-art sound system. Documents and files littered the center table and Arthur went ahead and sat on the chair behind the desk, waiting for me to