Arthur Pendragon Books Novels & Stories

I say, turning her face to me. Whatever I was about to say, falls away as a tidal wave of lust blasts through me. I turn to see Cyryl getting up from her nap where she was laying curled up with Bynjym. She hisses at him, then leaps into the air. She’s barely off the ground when Bynjym roars his intent as he, Thyyd, Yttyc, and the other bronzes all leap into the air after her. Cyryl is rising to mate. **This story will continue in The Dragon Rider: Book Two of The Dragon Thief Trilogy.

I said “King Twilight… wait my dad is talking about Firefly Twilight from Canterlotian Heroes. King Twilight was part of Canterlotian Knights of Camelot Legends. His home planet aka Planet Earth he call them the Arthurian Legendary Knights of the Round Table. Their names are King Arthur, Sir Lancelot, Sir Gawain, Sir Galahad, Sir Geraint, Sir Gareth, Sir Gaheris, Sir Bedivere, Sir Ector, Sir Kay, Sir Bors de Ganis, Sir Lamorak, Sir Tristan, Sir Percival, Sir Agravain & Sir Dagonet while here in Planet Harmony their names are Firefly Twilight, Music Snow, Bluegrass Snow, Lightning Snow, Gypsy Snow, Thunder Snow, Grape Snow, Grape Snow (Pegasus), Walnut Velvet, Hazel Velvet, Monsoon Velvet, Z

"Three shadows chase the moon. First devours light. Second mirrors truth. Third? Guards the dawn. Which binds Kenji?" Hazel eyes narrowed, mind slicing symbols—riddles from Tokyo board wars, her era. Devours: rivals crushed. Mirrors: reflection in me, dangerous symmetry. Guards: loyalty's blade. "The third," I countered, contralto steady. "Loyalty veils his dawn—new empire. You test for fractures."

"Oh, Arthur certainly was using you, but not for me. Arthur is a fool. He’s been playing a dangerous double game, trying to find this ledger to destroy it and protect his precious, beautiful 'goddaughter' from the syndicate's wrath. He actually thinks he can save you. But unfortunately for him, my employers have decided Arthur has outlived his usefulness. Tonight, both of the Pendelton and Vance legacies end." ​Vivian’s mind reeled. Arthur wasn't trying to destroy her. He was trying to shield her from the very monsters who had murdered her father. The weight of her doubt vanished, replaced by a sudden, desperate longing for the man she had pushed away. ​"I don't think so, Victor." ​The voice

Her breath catches between sobs. Arthur, completely out of touch with the situation asks, “How is this possible?” “Really?” I toss my braids over my shoulder as I turn to face him, forgetting everything I said earlier about keeping my mouth shut. “You can't figure this out? YOU ARE KING ARTHUR, like THE KING ARTHUR, like the SWORD IN THE STONE and EXCALIBUR. For fucks sake, dude, your name is ARTHUR DRAKE! Drake as in “dragon” as in “The Pendragon.” Camelot and all that jazz.” I wave my arms frantically from Devona to Faye. “She’s telling you that the court of King Arthur is real, that Faye is your sister, again. And this crazy lady here with the spiffy jacket, she isn’t just a Merlin, she’s

Lance is looking sour faced and pale, standing still as a statue and I now notice he has an arrow sticking out of his arm. “I decree that from this moment forth my daughter Lilliana Pendragon is free to marry, whomever she chooses and, that the man she marries, will have equal power to hers as King of Dracovia.” Stunned silence follows as the Kings speech reaches its conclusion and I’m unsure what will happen next. Normal 0 false false false EN-GB X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;

When Merlin was a little older than I, he went to Camelot to live with his mother’s friend: the court physician, Gaius. That’s where he met the ancient dragon, Kilgharrah, who told him of his destiny. Merlin was meant to help King Arthur unite the kingdom of Albion. By this time, Merlin already knew he had magic, but could only seldom control it. He also hated Arthur and his father, Uther, who would cruelly persecute any and all users of magic.

shaking her as his heart is bursting with pain, hate, and anger where he could not explain and even take for too long. His mana overflows as the mark of the holder of the third book of Aries show unto his neck. To the pain and anger he felt, he screams creating a shock wave and bursting with a white light that engulf everything. To the state and the clouded heart, he is drowning with, a voice whispers as ‘he’ came. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Drawing a smile and the tone of choosing a henchman for himself. Arthur draws the gate as he steps out of it as he will about to take his trump card and to aid the third book and all after he will intertwine a holder in its equivalent to t

I thought with a scornful look on my face. "I can't wait to control their feeble mind," Kendra, my dragon, said with an excited look. "For making fun of how I looked." This war had started years ago when I first accidentally found a book titled the first dragons. And then someone helped me to know more about the first dragons, and their history. Everything started with that first book. The book was buried deep in the depth of a library, and that was the only print, I had found out later. The fascination became obsession and the obsession became need.

Dragons. “Liana?” Moran’s tone is almost somber, a tad bit authoritative. The girl stands up hurriedly, startled and sheepish. She bows deeply. “Princess Valerie wants to check out a few books. Please help her with whatever she requests.” Liana’s gaze darts towards me before her gaze gravitates back to Moran. She gives him a thin smile and nods in deference. Moran doesn’t wait after that. After he was gone, Liana asks me whether I had any specific book in mind, and when I mentioned mages, she guided me to the last aisle.