The Knight King Who Returned With A God Novels & Stories

King Arthur glanced at his reflection, his eyes fixed on his body that was fully ready to take back the kingdom from the hands of king Fabian. Today is the day justice will be served and the kingdom of Anedo can return back to the way it once was, not just with a king and a witch wife, but a king with the woman of his life, the one he will forever live till death overshadows him.

And that was the only way I could get him. I drank a bane which made me very weak as I crashed down on the ground, begging for life and just that very moment I heard neighing sounds, they were many horses heading to my direction and few more steps before crushing me, they all halted and I saw the handsome face of a charming young king, Draco, a former knight who became king. His hands wrapped me up as he took me inside his chariot and the horses took off immediately and the next time I opened my eyes, we were already in the human world.

~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.

When someone stopped by to see us—or more specifically, meet me—our tour was almost over. "She is missing. I've heard that my master has developed feelings for another woman." As the two of us were returning to the tent, I heard a voice from behind us. We both stopped when we heard this. Kina greeted Rednor, "I was trying to find you! It's Ruel here. The future consort of the King," I almost grimaced when Kine introduced me, but I kept quiet and played along.

The Beast stumbles back, his knee bending. I close my fists. The water rises again. I glance at Agrona. Her jaw is gritted in anger, instead of relief or joy. The water hangs in the air as I move my gaze towards Aleister again. The green beam hits an invisible shield in the air, getting repelled with an unbelievable force. Slowly, the Beast’s body starts to shift back. Energy returns to my body as relief fills my pores. “ My King! ” “ My King has returned to his senses. ”

She glided lightly over the ground, her magic both elegant and devastating. On the far flank, Oscar, the second son of the King of Dreadmoor — a mountain of a man — slammed his fists into the ground. The earth split beneath the Dark Knights’ feet, jagged pillars of stone erupting to trap and crush. His dark armour gleamed, his black eyes blazing with controlled rage “Try getting through this, you bastards!” he growled.

“You met one of the witches a year ago? And you failed to report this??? Young man, do you know what form of unspeakable offence you committed by doing that? And this witch where is she now?” “Shes returned to her home in the drawls sire, do not worry, you will have them all at your disposal now that the shield that once protected them is no more. I am sorry for not reporting this sooner sire, now I realize that I should have done so the minute I found out she was a witch.” “It is forgiven,” the king said, and then nodded to Krone who retrieved a sac of gold coins from the treasury and threw it in front of Rabbi. “But sire this is not the reward you promised in your proclamation.”

“I saw what he saw.” Zane’s muscles tensed in astonishment. He was getting help where it mattered, but it was from the last person he expected. The king’s brows knit. “Explain.” “They were cloaked,” Gguk said. “I couldn’t see a face either.” He lifted his chin in a military posture that belied the boyishness of his features. The court swallowed. The king’s mouth shifted into the almost-smile of a man who understands a useful lever when it’s offered. “Very well. I will have it investigated. You may stand down.” He flicked his hand like a man dismissing a fly.

“King requests your presence.” Julian stepped in front of her. “Who are you? What do you want with her?” The captain did not so much as glance at him. He looked only at my mother, his tone even. “King asks that you return, just once. There is a matter concerning Hera. He needs your witness, in person.” My mother looked at them and was silent a long while. Then she said, “I won’t go.” Something shifted in the captain’s face, but he mastered it quickly. “Then forgive us.”