Duke Pendragon Novels & Stories

"So tell me all the details, did you all succeed in killing Victor and putting his house on fire?" Derius, the duke of Maxwell duchy, said to one of the shadow knights he ordered – who was kneeling and bowing in front of the duke’s back. The duke, on the other hand, looked at the outside underground market built in his room as his own built property beside a café

he said, and I looked into his eyes. It was true... the Pendragon and the Dragnoirs were the two ancient royal bloodlines. The fact that Adam was the one who inherited a title doesn't mean that he doesn't have royal blood in his veins. "So the dream is a military career and a mate," I recap, and he chuckled.

"It's amazing how you consider the worst of me, when you don't even know me. Had you let me in the first time...you would know you let our mate in right into the dragon's den." "Stop saying that word!" I growled and hurled myself at him. He kicked me off him and this time I fell down all the way to the river bank below. The ground beneath me cracked and only left a few scratches that healed instantly. I roared as my nails extended and canines came out. Duke removed his cloak and came down landing with a loud thud on his feet. Tattoo like markings covered his body and his eyes turned crimson. They looked red just like mine.

​I stepped out through the ruined gates and walked down the winding stone road leading away from the valley, the roaring inferno of the Vane estate casting a long, blood-red shadow behind me. The first step of my vengeance was complete, but the grand continent stretched out far beyond these borders, filled with other noble houses and hidden forces that shared the guilt of my past. ​My journey had only just begun. The world was about to learn what happens when a dragon wakes up hungry.

"Not important. I can help. I can find another way without my mother having to sit in that position forever.” Duncan Hiddleston's mother obeyed Duncan Hiddleston. Slowly lift yourself, and step out of position. Just like what the system said, Phedra Elizabeth was not prepared, an arrow suddenly escaped, shot towards Phedra Elizabeth, Phedra Elizabeth still did not have time to react, then the arrow pierced through her arm. Phedra Elizabeth. Duncan Hiddleston, realizing that Phedra Elizabeth was in danger, rushed over, but the road to where Phedra Elizabeth was standing gradually cracked. Duncan Hiddleston was unable to rescue Phedra Elizabeth in time. Although Phedra Elizabeth was flexible,

Sussane let slip his last name and Iris thought it kinda suited him. Lady Marie's words replayed in her head 'If a Dragon-shifter wants you, they'll find you.' And Sussane's words too, 'You are more important to us than you realize.' But Iris couldn't, for the life of her understand, why would a strong and handsome dragon like Dominic want her and why was she so important that he was ready to stand against her brother for her.

They always did something fresh, saw something new, and learned something different. Ciera - one of the pups Juan and Hale adopted - was now in her late teens and loved chatting with Christian about economics, and the duke was more than happy to share what he knew and how he thought things through, even lending her books and recommending podcasts and courses that she may be interested in. When she asked for a tertiary programme recommendation, the duke was steadfast in suggesting Helm University, then paused, before telling her to check the programmes in the vampire community first - being an option that the students of his generation never had.

Alexander chuckled. Back then, during the incessant wars, all four Dukes of War—Green Dragon, White Tiger, Maxine, and Juno—did their best to cultivate to the Martial Overlord level despite their exhaustion from the wars. After peace was restored to Wyverna, the four Dukes of War and the 108 Barons of War cultivated even more diligently. Green Dragon was the first to break through to Lord of War before traveling to Cherisha.

[Valerie] I let out a shaky breath as I continued gazing at him. His eyes were icy blue in human form. Even in his human form he looked regal, his horns had not retracted and I could vaguely make out his tail. I had to crane my neck to look at him but for some reason, I couldn’t look away. And then, my gaze fell on the golden brooch he was wearing – a royal emblem, and that was enough for me to make my knees go weak. He is a royalty! Or…or he might be the….king! Is he? Very possibly, yes. The Dragon King had never made a public presence in decades. The dragon clan has always been recluse and detached from the rest of the world.

"We surrender! Please spare our life!" The knight stopped, "You must be the leader." Malowe gulped when saw that all of his companions passed out. "Please forgive me! I will do anything! Please!" The knight opens his helmet and Malowe almost fainted, "Du, Duke Lancia!" "It's an honor for me. To make an amateur bandit leader like you, recognized me." Malowe bowed and shivering in fear. This is that Duke Lancia. The high commander who lead the wars into countless winning.