Round Table Arthur Novels & Stories

Lucien handed a small plate to Seraphina before taking one for himself. Monica and Irene stood slightly behind, quietly accepting their portions. The atmosphere was calmer now, but the underlying tension remained. Arthur glanced toward the opposite wing of the hall. "That company," he said, subtly pointing with his cup. "Third from the left. Did you notice their craftsmanship?" Victor nodded. "The stone cutting was meticulous." "They're keeping pace with Sterling and Golden," Arthur added. "Perhaps even closer than most realized." Seraphina followed his line of sight.

I said, my eyes lighting up with sincere praise. "I never expected Mr. Knight to be such a skilled cook." It really suited my taste—light yet full of flavor. Alexander didn't respond, simply pushing a filled bowl of soup toward me. At the table, Sir Arthur was the undisputed star. "Lisa, you have no idea!" Sir Arthur took a sip of his drink, full of enthusiasm. "Once during a field exercise, he tried to show off by poking a hornet's nest. Got stung so badly his head was swollen with lumps—even his own mother wouldn't have recognized him! He went sniveling to the medic in the dead of night…"

But, the wounds of his attack were still there and he tried to ignore it even though it was always a reminder in the back of his mind. “It was great. The warriors were learning just fine,” Arthur replied as he took his seat at the dining table. Zack can smell the distinctive apple scent on his brother. He arched his eyebrow but shook his head because Zack knew better than to ask Arthur about his personal life. It would lead to a dangerous path.

I turned around, caught off guard, and saw Arthur standing behind me. Widening my eyes in shock, I cowered under his towering form. Without a word, he snatched the glass from my hand and hurled it at Kingston across the table. Kingston, who was already sitting, seemed to have anticipated this move and swiftly lifted the tablecloth to shield himself from the splashing liquid. Each of Kingston's mates around the table jumped in surprise. Using the gingham tablecloth as his slingshot, Kingston's lightning-fast reflexes caused the tumbler to fly in the opposite direction. Unfortunately, that direction was mine.

The wolves who watch me with too-bright eyes, who scent the air when I pass like they’re trying to unravel me. I swallow. "Fine." He nods and leaves, but the weight of his presence lingers, pressing against my ribs. The dining hall is too large, the table stretching endlessly under the glow of candlelight. Arthur sits at the head, his fingers curled around a glass of wine so dark it looks like blood. He doesn’t look up when I enter, but I feel the shift in the room—the way the air tightens, the way the wolves stiffen in their seats. "Luna," Arthur says, finally lifting his gaze.

Arthur was laughing again. He and Chris circled each other. I watched as Arthur went after Chris, but the Hunter moved out of the way at the last minute and got Arthur by the neck. "Good, but not good enough." Arthur slipped from Christopher's grasp. "Surely you must know who I am. Have you never heard of King Arthur of the round table?" "Your history means nothing to me." Christopher went after Arthur but the vampire dashed out of the way, jumping off the roof and onto the ground with a thud. He studied me, his eyes narrowing with malice. "Vampire girl."

Probably for the best. By the time we entered the room, Arthur was already seated at a long table filled with food. Our stomachs growled in unison. “What’s the matter? Hungry? Tell you what I’ll do, let’s play a game. You win, not only will I feed you, I’ll help you with whatever problem you came to see me about. How’s that?” It wasn’t a bad offer. Kind of depended on what the game was. “Okay,” I said. “Let’s play.” Not like I had anything else to do.

’ Killian grumbled, discarding the cup, and snapped at them, ‘Get out and find me some proper stuff.’ They turned and headed out of the hotel, grinning at each other. Killian could not function normally unless he had at least two cups of very strong, pure Colombian coffee. It was more than an hour later when the three men got back into their SUV and headed out to Tintagel, the place renowned for being where King Arthur and his famous Knights of the Round Table were based. It was a mystical place, and they all sensed it immediately,

Excami holds a board with the number 11 on it and her phone on the other hand, still on a call with Arthur. Arthur then instructs her if she should raise the board or not, also telling the siblings about the history of the piece— if he had any information. By this time, Arthur had won 3 pieces already: all jewelled necklaces, he says it’s for her mother, grandmother and his only female cousin.

Sunlight swiping over his face and standing up there made him look regal as a king preparing to speak to his subjects who were all shifting in dissension. “It is clear what I am.” Alaric stepped out and boldly turned a full circle. “I’m done hiding behind human skin and pretending to be one of yours. However, I have learned a great respect for those fine knights who guard Enderon. He gave a pointed look at the young knights he had sent away for the battle of the day. To keep safe. They lowered their heads slightly. But there was still a lot of tension. Unsettled swaying amongst the crowd. Murmuring under their breath.