Sonic Black Knight King Arthur Novels & Stories

~Amber~ ”Who?” My voice came out hard and confident. My anger was stirring up inside. ”You’re uncle. Carlos Knight. He was the one that turned your mate.” A shot of pain. The stab of a knife. My insides were burning and Stella was scratching the surface. Both of us on the hinge of insanity. ”He turned my mate? He hated them so much that he turned an innocent girl and forced war upon our kind for decades?” I was standing. My hands were balled up into fists and my voice came out in a threatening growl.

He does us all a favor by putting it on speaker phone. “Yes? Hello?” Arthur says swiftly as Ruth links her arm through mine, squeezing me. I put my hand on her arm to offer reassurance. “Hello, Arthur,” a deep voice says. “I received your message.” The King. It’s actually the Alpha King. My back straightens as I register his powerful tone. “Hello, Xavier,” Arhur says, shocking me as he greets the King by first name. “We need your help.” “Evidently,” the King replies. “My assistant caught me up to speed on what’s happening. And I have to admit - I’m not pleased.”

"Don't say it that way, you will break the heart of the Queen, and she is such a good Luna, she is just not fated to have a child of her own, but she treats us all well" The first elder didn't like the others tone. "Are you saying I am unappreciative? The fact that she treats us well isn't the point, the point is that the Blackmoon pack will take this opportunity to attack us, we need another leader as soon as possible". He was about to get a response from yet another elder, when they heard a deep Baritone voice clears as the long mahogany door open to reveal king Arthur limping towards them. He was assisted by his Queen, who would never show up to any gathering unattended, even if she is in

"Make him stop." Fight him, Elias. He’s weak. He’s just an echo. A leftover imprint from when we touched him in the vault. "Echo?" Arthur laughed, throwing my head back. The sound was jarring, discordant. "I am the King! You are just the vessel. And now..." Arthur’s control shifted. My right hand suddenly moved on its own, snatching up a letter opener from the desk. "We are going to reclaim what is mine." He drove the letter opener into the desk.

At first, I had an idea of where all the key players were, but now that Mab’s troops moved forward I have lost sight of the queen herself. “Where did you go?” I scan the field but she seems to have vanished. I should have known she’d be on the move, but I was so focused on the task at hand that I neglected to keep a steady eye on her. I continue to search for the key players. Other than Lancelot, Arthur is the easiest to find. Sword drawn, he is approaching a group of knights from their flank. The closer he grows to the group, the more Excalibur glows, burning a path through the battlements, his sword searing the toxins of the cursed shadows as the holy sword burns away the infection.

Alessio louded, still looking into his face, now I realized he was tracking him all these while. “Your name Ren. Ren Louis, you're from Lington. Say this!” Enzo said to me, giving me last minute touches, arranging myself up. “And you've been a close buddy each time we visit London.” He wasn't done talking when heft footsteps were heard just outside, close to the door. Everyone brought up their chests, standing at attention. I couldn't help but to follow suit. The door sprang open and before us stood the great King Arthur, Lycan King of Oragon with his burning gaze and muscular figure, his height towering over the hefty Academy instructors who came with him.

She paused, her body standing frozen with her arms wrapped around her with her mouth wide-open revealing more of this unknown white light. "It might be rude of me to say this… but I, Arthur, Commander of the Royal Knights, Adviser to the King. Accuse your actions as treason towards the kingdom and his highness. Thus, your family shall be stripped of their noble status and become slaves. It will be passed on as long as your bloodline continues to exist. Without further ado, I shall be the one to sever your head…" Arthur announced. At one of the pathways towards the exit people started coming back, they watched as Arthur pulled out his blade. With a blink of an eye Arthur was already behind th

"Kingston is the kind of wolf who would kill Arthur's favorite pet, cook it, and serve it back to him. He doesn't care what your status is. He'll do all that he can to destroy Arthur's life. Hurting you is incidental. A bonus, even.” Sinking back into the couch cushions, I realized I was spinning with questions. Part of me felt more secure in knowing a little bit about Arthur that humanized him emotionally but there was so much more I had to dissect. I didn't even notice when Jessica and Anthony left the room, I was so dizzy from the stories. My eyes wandered to the nearby fruit knife on the coffee table. It was just like the one that Arthur had been holding to Leo's throat. After glancing a

"The knight who fell to darkness. Who slaughtered an entire Inquisition unit at the crossroads." "Among others." No point denying what would become legend regardless. "Though 'fell' implies accident. I chose darkness when light proved corrupt." More riders appeared: a full squadron in better armour, led by a young man whose bearing marked him as nobility despite worn clothes. Lord Blackmoor's son, presumably. He studied the Shadow Knight with intelligent eyes that showed caution rather than fear. "I'm Robert Blackmoor," he confirmed. "Acting Lord since my father's arrest. The stories say you were Kaelen Dawnblade."

The King continued, "May this tournament be a testament to our kingdom's strength and unity. Let the games commence, and may the best knight prevail!" As he resumed his seat, the trumpets blared, signaling the start of the joust. Knights in gleaming armor rode out onto the field, their horses prancing with excitement. Banners fluttered in the breeze, and the air buzzed with energy. Ahvi leaned closer to me, her eyes wide with excitement. "This is it! Look, there's Lord Cromwell!" She pointed eagerly to a knight with a striking red plume on his helmet. I followed her gaze and spotted Sirius Black among the combatants, his black curls peeking out from under his helmet. He glanced toward the Em