Sonic Black Knight King Arthur Novels & Stories

His lips landed on mine while his tongue slid right into my mouth, his lips tasted so yummy that made me lounge for more. He skillfully explored my body, his touch gentle yet electrifying, eliciting a powerful response. His soft breath heightened the intensity of our passionate encounter. As he gently and slowly laid me down on the bed, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with desire. I pulled him closer, savoring the taste of his kisses, while my hand explored his back. Just then, a loud knock echoed from the door, but it didn't interrupt our intense moment. Bruce announced, "Jackson, I have some news, Marcus has been chosen as the leader of the MoonHunter!" Despite the interruption, Jackson'

Waving his hand, Lazarus dismissed the guy. “It is fine Lord Thomas, is she here?” Smiling Thomas nodded to him. “She is but right this moment she is refitting the King on his new clothes.” “Do you know how long it will be?” “She should almost be done.” While her father and Lord Thomas were chatting Jezzebelle looked off to her side and saw gorgeous necklaces and earrings, going over to the case she saw a gorgeous red ruby choker like necklace and a vampire bat hanging down from it. She was looking at it so much she didn’t realize the King had been starring at her from behind.

"Are you deaf? Did you not hear what I said? Or should I speak of it again?" Surprised by what he heard, the king is not the one to act like this. He wouldn't act on his own if he thought it was useless. Even sparring with the other knights made him bored. 'Is it because of what I told him that the two are stronger than the knights' "Yes, Your Majesty! I shall prepare your armor at once!" 'Now that the king made his move himself, I think we now have the chance to win...' Or so he thought they had.

King Arthur said. “At least that’s honest. Alright. But if you stab me in the back then I will kill you myself.” I said. “Okay. It looks like we have a mission to prepare.” He said. “Sir.” A man said, running in. “What is it?” King Arthur asked. “There are people approaching. Not friendly.” He said. “Alright. Get the men into position.” King Arthur ordered. Everyone started scattering and I ran through the back door with them to get out of that room.

The King stroked his hair, "The events have been recent. She will calm down, and you will see everything will be fine. You need to give her time. She loves you, and she doesn't realize it yet. You built that with your love. I can't believe she stopped loving you in a moment. She is terrified and incredibly hurt. Everything will be fine. Please don't do anything crazy. I can't bear to lose you, and neither does Skye." "Do you really believe what you're saying?" "With all my heart," the King replied with a faint smile. Hector took a deep breath. "Thank you, father. I will follow your advice." "I can't express how much your words have calmed me down. Please take some rest, have a drink to calm

"That is an order from the King." Arthur's eyes meet mine for a painful second. An angry murmur arises from the army behind me. ‘I’m not feeling well,’ I mind-linked Arthur, ‘we all want revenge, but I just doesn’t feel right to kill those fooled by David, they are not sinners.’ Arthur, however, didn’t reply this time. He glares at David, who's gazing at us with contempt. For a moment I hoped he could help me out of this dilemma. But my hope deflates like an aged grape when Arthur parts his lips and claimed, "Then I suggest we get busy dying."

"I am back, Knight." "It's you."

and my eyes met with his. " good morning princess" no this can't be true ...it is all felt like deja vu. " sorry but you were not waking up so I have to take help from this water, I hope you don't mind" and he laughed...that bloody ass " leave her singhaniya " I heard the most beautiful voice...Aarav. And I looked at him, he was looking at me, shit then I looked at the whole room, all are captured, even malik , bro , aman , Aarav...all are tied up with the chairs, and me...yes me too at a chair.

The shadows reached out, tightening around me and choking me. "Archer, let go of me," I whispered. Archer tried to regain control of his power and approached me in a weakened state, caressing my cheeks. He looked disheveled, with a silver dagger pierced through his ribs some hurt before. Smiling, Archer collapsed, and I caught him, bearing his weight. Then, Leo entered the room, looking equally injured.

High Elder Anselm, being the leader of the group, undoubtedly had the monarch’s confidence. The armed guard opened the heavy wooden door, and Archer stepped inside, the two princesses and High Elder Anselm at his trail. There, in his massive bed, lay the deceased body of King Alaric, the beloved king of Vrasambail, husband to departed Queen Amarantha, and father to Archer, Agatha, and Madeleine. Six women clad in white robes – all members of the Sisterhood of Healers who attend to births, the sickly, and the dead—were around him.