Arthur Pendragon Books Novels & Stories

Nighttime and drowned in his world the gaint didn't realize a small figure running through the dark, from the opposite side of the alley, right towards him. ~ BAM~ The phone went down on the street with a loud clank sound, which was once in the hands of the gaint just mere seconds ago. The clash between that small figure and gaint caused both of them to fall hard to the ground. "WHAT THE FUCKING HELL... "

Luke states. “Piss off; we hit the gym earlier. They have this trainer, and she is a fucking beast.” Arthur groans. “It’s your fucking fault we got our asses beat. You had to be a bloody blabbermouth. If you wouldn’t have opened your trap and told her that the ring wasn’t where a Sheila belongs, then we wouldn’t have been killed.” Gordon growls. “What gym do you two work out at?” I ask.

the remark came from the commander as he motioned for his men to load me into the gaol wagon. Inside the wagon, dim light filtered through barred windows, casting uneven patterns on the worn floor. The air carried a musty scent, and the wagon's aged interior echoed with the creaking of wheels and the occasional clink of chains. The wooden bench, offering minimal comfort, was a stark contrast to the distant sounds of footsteps and voices. My whole world has just been ripped away from me, and yet, a sense of ease settled through me. The energy that entered my body when I held that pendant was still sending sparks through my muscles, the tingling sensation lingering at my fingertips. The eagern

Cyryl is rising to mate. **This story will continue in The Dragon Rider: Book Two of The Dragon Thief Trilogy.

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

He was breathing in short, shallow gasps, his biological systems completely drained by the scepter's discharge. "Grace..." he whispered, his fingers reaching out through the dark toward my boot. "The book... the other half... you have to read the last line. Arthur... he didn't write an ending. He left a blank line for the author." The Reclaiming Mandate I didn't reach for the device. I reached for the ancient, hide-bound ledger sitting on the timber stool beside the cradle. The pages were fluttering in the freezing wind howling through the broken window, the black ink of the handwritten draft looking like rows of jagged teeth in the dim snow-glare.

Being a part of the resistance would make me feel useful, and might help me find my lost mate sooner. Another male voice began to speak. This one was lighter, silkier. It sang to me and made me feel a type of happiness I never had before. “I am Drayce, the Pendragon. Any who have the blood of dragons in them, who disagree with what has been done to supernaturals and our people, follow your heart to find me, be made whole, and fight.” My jaw dropped. There hadn’t been a dragon king in centuries. Most dragons were solitary and rarely had any reason to assemble.

One thousand five hundred years ago, before the Fires of Alira, the great dragon kingdom of Highmire lived in unrest. The king, Sindre, was lost on what should be done. His most trusted advisors and close friends, Sixten and Lochness, found themselves in disagreement. Sindre had never witnessed the two this much at odds with one another.

"Who cares about him. He might be the king's favourite and gain special favours from the king but he's different from prince Dracula, far, far different." "I heard that he's at the silver body level two. How did he got to that level? and,.. he also hides his sash." "Shh, come closer, let me tell you something. We might be from the Dragon Kingdom, still, I know all what is happening in the vampire kingdom. I heard that Prince Arthur is a Pendragon. He kills dragon to evolve, that's why he got to that level. He's a cruel blood vampire. Haven't you wondered why all dragon prisoners are sent to be judged in the Vampire kingdom. They all get killed by Prince Arthur." The first man replied.

Registus promised solemnly, “Don’t worry and go handle it. I’ll keep an eye on the situation in Kiyoto and the Progenitor Emperor.” Andrius nodded and strode out of the palace. Then, he called Luna and Kate, arranging for them to go to Murrfield together. ... Meanwhile, in a mysterious cave north of Kiyoto, Arthur sat cross-legged on the ground with five pendants placed in front of him. Two of them were from Norvin, and the remaining three were from the three great families. Whirr... Arthur had already figured out some clues. Now was the time to verify them.