Arthur Pendragon Books Novels & Stories

Veiled Valley is covered by clouds below, nothing but the glow of the neon lights from the arts district to distinguish the kingdom from the storm raging through the valley, but within minutes, we’re standing in the foyer of the massive, cavernous library overlooking the city below, shedding our wet coats and cloaks. Soren shakes out his hat as voices drift down the narrow stone corridor–Misty’s voice lifted over what I know is Ryatt, and the man of the hour, Arthur himself. Ryatt is leaning against a wooden table when we walk into the first room of the multi-level library. Shelves stretch to the ceiling, and the exterior wall is completely made of glass that usually gives a view of the city

Why would Anberine need to have her name changed? Why would her aunt keep things a secret from even her niece? For some reason, it almost felt as if Merlia knew something was missing but could not piece together the very reason. Almost as if it was forced away from her before she could try to stop it, leaving her more frustrated than ever. “Her real name is Athena Pendragon… she is the great-granddaughter of the King's daughter who went missing years ago” Marcus explained leaving everyone stunned by his revelation. “She… she’s King Arthur’s descendant?!” Merlia’s voice shook as her legs buckled, causing her to knees to hit the ground painfully but she paid no heed to the stinging in her legs

‘Blue Thunder, ‘We urgently need your help to stop The Rogue Paladin in his madness. German Elder Pratz has just been found dead. Please destroy him before he kills another elder. ‘May the gods and goddesses be with you, ‘Elder Rolland.’

There was another one that gave the formulas of all the level 1 magic pills and there were 20 of them, and finally she found one about the 8 flames and what a mage could expect to accomplish when he possessed one of these flames. When she told Steven, who had gallantly taken the books from her to carry them, that she was done, he then asked her if she didn't mind if they went to see for him as well and Cassy, ​​who was curious by nature, smiled and told him that there was no problem. When they arrived at a section reserved for warriors she saw him go straight to the back and she realized that where he had stopped all the books were sealed and could not be opened. Suddenly she saw him grimace

Gabriel (POV) I meant every word. She is my mate. I will wait for her however long it takes. Since she hit her head during the crash after the kidnapping. She believes the dragon she saw was all in her head, that she had imagined it all. Of course, one day when the trust is built up between us, I will need to clarify the fact she had indeed seen a dragon and that it was me. I will need to tell her about my brothers and me and how we have come from a dying world to begin a new life to save our species. But now is not the time.

They put their hands to the book and pulled a saber out of it. “Are you Asta or Magic Knight or something?!” Rian exclaimed irritatedly. “Excalibur!” One of them swang it emitting a yellow wave to Rian. Rian dodged it and exclaimed, ”It’s saber! Not Saber’s Excalibur! It’s Arthuria Pendragon, not Saber!!!” Rian speeded up his pace while jumping evading the yellow waves they sent. He then remembered what just the guy said before. "Kill that guy!" No, not that one.

Pops handed over the knife when Troy held out his hand. "The craftsmanship is exquisite," Pops continued. "Not many in that time possessed skill required to make something like this." "Was this someone you knew?" Troy handed Pops back the blade. "There is one who could have made it, but he's long gone. Sharra put him to rest." I started at the sound of her name. "What's his name?" I asked. "Arthur Pendragon." Professor Pops took the short sword from Troy and placed it in the top drawer of his desk.

She wanted to trust him—God, she did—but Lila’s return, Dorian’s games, it all muddied everything. “Not right now,” she said, soft, fractured, and she turned—to Lila, her mom, the past she couldn’t outrun—because this was bigger, heavier. “Show me,” she said, voice hard, her fingers brushing the vial—Dorian’s trap, or his legacy. “Take me there.”

I gasped. “You seem to have a good many talents, Esmerelda Sleuth,” he said. Then, a look came over him like I’d struck him in the face. “Esmerelda Sleuth. That’s it. What’s wrong with me that I didn’t put it all together. You’re a Sleuth from the founding family! That’s why you have the gifts that you have and that’s why Lance came to fetch you.” I gave a nervous giggle. “Guilty.”

Many of the staff members also knew her. She was slightly early at the place for a Bar. It was only 8 pm and the Bar wouldn’t start until 10 pm. Arya wasn’t at the restaurant yet. She sat on the high chair at the bar and started talking to the bartender. He was a young man with pink coloured hair and loads of piercings. “So when does Arya usually come in?”