Arthur Pendragon Books Novels & Stories

"Just hear me out with what I say." Turning his attention to me, I watched as his eyes moved towards my middle. "Abagail and Aurora are tied to something, something that makes them stronger than any rider or Dragon known to history..." Moving his gaze to meet mine, I felt a chill run down my back. "The Sacred Cave of Noelle and The Great Book."

he yelled furiously. "You never said a damn word! You were too busy kicking me in the ass!” Rainer spouted back. The guard backed off and sighed, “It’s Arthur. My name is Arthur Pendragon, and I’m required to keep this on at all times.” “Wait. Like the king from the legends?" asked Rainer in awe. The elevator stopped and the doors opened to the floor that Rainer was familiar with "You talk too much." Arthur said as he stepped out. “I used to not say much, but I’m starting to see that was a bad thing.” replied Rainer.

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

The one in front spoke, his voice deep and devoid of emotion. My heart was hammering so hard against my ribs I was afraid they could hear it. The warrior lifted his hand and immediately, servants entered behind them carrying large wooden chests. “These are gifts sent by Prince Draven for his bride.” He said. My eyes widened as they lifted the lids. Lisa gasped, even mother took a step back. Inside the chests were bars of gold, jewels, rubies the size of eggs, strings of flawless black pearls, and golden artifacts that looked older than our entire kingdom. Everything practically screamed how wealthy and powerful their master was. But it didn't feel like a beautiful gesture.

With her final words, she cast a formidable and unyielding gaze across the assembly, leaving no doubt that their coven's fate hung in the balance, and their actions in the days to come would shape its destiny. In the wake of Isolde's demise, Constantine found herself in possession of her former ally's belongings. As she rifled through the dark artifacts and personal effects, a sense of curiosity and temptation took hold of her. She was no stranger to the allure of dark magic, having always straddled the line between light and shadow.

The Pendragon brothers had arrived. We were released from our binds. Minnie and Miley were dragged toward them by the bodyguards. Minnie saw Zagreus covering me with his arms and went ballistic. "No! I forgive you for looking for substitutes, Zagreus! I forgive you! Just stop hugging that disgusting skank!" Miley was smarter. The Pendragons' actions spoke louder than any words. The real substitutes had always been the Stein sisters. Miley opened her mouth, wanting to stop her sister from making things worse, but Minnie was not going to hear it. She kept screaming at Zagreus.

The air in the chamber remained thick with tension even after the last of the shadowy figures had dissolved. Rael’s fingers clenched around the hilt of his sword, his heart still pounding from the words that echoed in his mind. You wield what should not be wielded. The weight of the statement pressed on him, but he pushed it aside. Now wasn’t the time for doubts. Elior exhaled, stepping toward the now unsealed pedestal. The violet cloth that wrapped the book remained undisturbed, but the golden clasp flickered slightly, as if sensing their presence. The group gathered around it, wary but undeniably drawn to what lay before them.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

After breakfast, I went with the Queen to start planning my crowning ceremony when King Uther stopped her. "My dear, we have an issue," he said, "we need to borrow the princess for a moment." Queen Chumani said, "Then I will come with you." King Uther didn't argue as we walked to his office. Aidinth and I sat in the chairs to the front of the desk and Queen Chumani sat in King Uther's lap. King Uther said, "We need to talk about your visions. When you put them in your boxes, are they in any order?" I said, "They are organized by date. They are drawings with an explanation on the back. Why?"

No matter how cold the weather was, he preferred being bare chested, always revealing the black to brown hairs on his chest. "I promise, someone will have to destroy you some day." The man let out a thunderous scornful laugh that echoed or several minutes after he stopped. "It's been three thousand years now, woman..." he said after everything had gone quiet, word by word and slowly accentuating "woman" with even scorn, and slowly began walking around the woman. "Oh, I'm sorry... Your Highness Sandra, hail the Excellent queen." He said, slightly bowing at the word 'your Highness.' "Who owns Arthmata now? Tell me!"