Round Table Arthur Novels & Stories

"There’s someone above him. Someone pulling strings.” A shadow moved in the alley across the street. Damien saw it too was at my side in an instant, his body angled protectively in front of mine. The figure stepped into the dim glow of a streetlamp. Tall. Lean. A familiar arrogant tilt to his head. Arthur. He lifted something, a chess piece. The king. Then placed it deliberately on the sidewalk. And walked away. Leaving us with the chilling certainty: This wasn’t over. It had only just begun.

My mother kept pace beside me as we made our way through the corridors and out into the open air. As we approached the square, the murmur of a gathered crowd reached my ears. Pack members stood in clusters, their faces a mix of confusion and concern. At the center, atop the raised platform, stood Arthur, his arm wrapped in a sling, a bandage peeking out from beneath his collar, visible remnants of our previous altercation. I didn't wait for an invitation. Stepping onto the platform, I let my gaze sweep over the assembly before locking onto Arthur. The murmurs ceased, and an uneasy silence settled.

ZEUS- “What the hell are you doing here?” Aurora hissed under her breath as we all sat together in a circle. I was sitting in between Elinor and Aurora. Arthur was beside Elinor followed by Azrael. Arthur somehow managed to convince Aurora into playing this game called Chinese whisper. And honestly, I don’t know what that is, but Elinor seemed so excited that I couldn’t object.

One couple failed: the man got too excited. Theresa slowly clapped her hands, as if enjoying it. The wheel spins again. "Arthur & Nina." The audience held their collective breath. Arthur still held the title of CEO, Theresa's ex-husband, a man who, even when silent, felt like the room's center of gravity. Every pair of eyes watched their standard of victory. Arthur then stepped into the center of the circle, while Nina followed him. Their sensors flashed green. The committee raised two cards. "Truth or Dare?"

Him bringing me to his private space somehow made the invasion of my privacy worse. He had a small table laid out near the foot of his bed. On top of it there were two silver domes, candles and a bottle of wine. There was a single burgundy rose laid on the table across from Arthur. I rolled my eyes so hard that I was surprised that I didn’t see my own brian. “What is all this about?” I pointed at the table and tried my best to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. “We are going to have a lovely romantic meal then I am going to mark you.”

“It was actually Annia’s idea. Based on some legend from her pack. Some mythical Alpha who pulled a sword from a stone, or something – it sounded like a load of gibberish to me.” “Well, if it’s not A Light So Tender, what’s the point?” He shook his head at me. “There was one good bit, though. This Alpha Arthur, I think his name was, he had everyone sit at a round table, so they could talk as equals.” He scratched at the back of his neck this time. “I thought… Going forward, I thought that felt right.” “Oh, Ares,” I breathed. I’d never loved him more. “It’s perfect.”

The people that had been staring at them in the darkness hadn’t been able to tell much of anything, except that the grand prize for the night was now standing up and smiling at her husband. Aston could feel every shift and gentle scrape of the chairs against the ground as the people reacted to Aria’s departure in tow with her son whose face they hadn’t been privileged to see. They were probably wondering why she hadn’t fainted yet, since they had poisoned all the drinks at their table. Fools. Like he’d drink anything in this kind of gathering. Aston supposed they only arbitrarily feared him. They didn’t know why exactly Arthur had decided to keep him close. If they did, they wouldn’t even da

Yeah, not bitches like the mums, bastards like the fathers, especially the one standing right in front of her right now, shamelessly trying to protect his son’s evil deed with meaningless threats. Before Robert can snap back, the door slides open again. Arthur steps inside, balancing a tray with a burger, fries, and a tall cola. He freezes when he sees Robert. His eyes narrow dangerously. Robert smirks faintly seeing him, but doesn’t move from the foot of the bed. Arthur sets the tray down with slow, deliberate care, never taking his eyes off the intruder. “What do you want with my wife?” Arthur asks, his voice like thick glass, coming to stand between them both, shoving Matrick in the shoul

Chapter 3 The training room was a cavern of cold stone and flickering torchlight, hidden beneath the archive's main level. In the center stood a heavy oak table, and upon it, the jagged iron ring from the Malphas collection. It didn't reflect the light; it seemed to drink it, a void in the shape of a circle. Arthur stood beside the table, his arms crossed. He wore a black silk shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, exposing the strong line of his throat.

Maybe things would actually go well for once. A few levels away in the same dim parking garage, Arthur sat behind the wheel of his car. He stayed deep in the shadows of a concrete pillar, making sure he was out of sight. From his spot, he had a clear view of Salome and her friends. His jaw dropped when he saw the tall, handsome young man sweep Salome off her feet.