Arthur Pendragon Books Novels & Stories

Aslan gripped me by my shoulders and said, “You don’t understand! Aurora is his mate. He can sense it if you harm her. Do you want to risk losing your baby, the Heart of Magic, and your empire over your stupid ego?” I was stunned by his words. How was this possible? “Aurora is Caleb’s mate!?” “The way he defended her, drew my blood and injected her, warned me to keep her safe; she has to be his mate…” “Fine! Do what you want but she shouldn’t escape again.” I said and walked towards my den but I couldn’t go further than a few steps. Something was obstructing me. I let my dragon senses take over to see the invisible wall. It seemed oddly familiar. I let my power flow through my fingertips and

I wake up and notice Taran is gone. Letting out a sigh, I slowly get out of bed. At least I didn’t have any nightmares. Not knowing what else to do, I begin looking through dragon folklore. Though Taran and I have gone over things many times, I can’t help feeling like we are missing something. My searching doesn’t uncover anything new, so I look at one of the books Taran brought when flying me home. The book has spells and summarizes who, why, and when about the spells. I look at the summaries and find a name that sounds familiar. “Lyse Galno”

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat

Azura POV- Some would argue that fate was a beautiful thing and should be cherished. Yet, what happens when that fate marks a target on your back? My name is Azura Chasm, I am the keeper of the Dragon Stone, and this is my story… Looking at the email I just received, I was having a grim time breathing. For years I have been trying to find a publishing company that would accept my work and my demands. Now a publisher was interested in me and not only that, but the owner of the company was also my favorite author.

“Cayd and Madelyn would be so happy to know that the prophecy of The Return of the Dragons, has finally come into being.” “They started it all, my love. Without them, dragons would never have returned to the skies.” **This is the end of Book Seven. The Guardian’s Next Generation will continue in Reagan’s book, Savage.

Amongst them, Ares was forgiving. Arthurian, the first among the twins. He had heterochromia, his left eye red, and the other— blue. His hair, black. One can see him in only two places in the Dark City — the archives and the night inn— for sure, surrounded by ladies. He was called the snake of the family, the master of whisperers, and the Midnight Legion's source of intel. He is conniving, conning, and sly. When one lays eyes on his pink-colored robes, one must be careful to speak.

Edric muttered under his breath as he arranged the books and parchments on his desk. Arth took his time to look around the den. Shelves made of redwood had stored and contained a few books, rolled scrolls, and parchments. He came into a cabinet and opened it, revealing a couple of clothes and hides, including boots, gloves, and capes. The next shelf displayed a sword and armor. Arth touched the cold blade of the sword and remembered Blackwinter before. Though he had acquired the Legendary Cursed Sword of Glacia, he still missed his first sword, the only sword that had been with him growing up and training as a warrior.

They all were panting slightly, as if they have been running. “Do you have more books for me?” Arthur asked the librarian, who looked thunderstruck. The librarian nodded, and brought one more stack. “You would not need anything else. I believe everything is in here,” the librarian patted the top of the third pile of the books. “Well, thank you very much then. You all, carry all these books and bring them back to my chambers,” Arthur ordered the group of servants waiting for his orders. Rah too grabbed a few, and all of them trotted behind Arthur carrying at least forty books of different sizes, shapes and colors.

Yet within that silence, he found something powerful: whispers. Not the whispers of men, but echoes that clung to books too ancient for sunlight. Volumes that shouldn’t exist anymore. Manuscripts bound in dark red leather, inked in languages older than the cathedral itself. At first, Arthur ignored them. Focused on restoring old texts, cataloguing records, organizing theological archives. But one book changed everything—"Sanguis Altarum." The Blood of Altars. He found it hidden behind a false panel, sealed with wax and scripture. The moment he touched it, something inside him snapped awake. Visions plagued his dreams afterward. An altar surrounded by shadows. A woman with Isabella’s eyes scr

Yes, sir! Liam's arms tightened around his daughter. "Jovie, let's go get your mother." Meanwhile, the Pendragon Warriors were standing in formation far away in Rotherham. After they received Liam's orders, the other three assistants rushed to Drunham City with 10,000 members of The Igrargon. Once Arthur learned that something happened to his granddaughter, he ordered Louie Cole to do whatever it would take to avenge the little princess.