Duke Pendragon Novels & Stories

He wouldn't have to deal with certain responsibilities of becoming Duke, and he never had to see his father or Haerton Castle ever again. Cedric was successful. He didn't need any inheritance whatsoever from his father and it wasn't until three years ago after his father was diagnosed with cancer, that he began to reach out to Cedric. At first Cedric had ignored his calls as he didn't want anything to do with a man who had abandoned him since he was a child, but after Magnus died two months ago, he received the upsetting news that he had left his inheritance to him, including the responsibility of being Duke since his brother, Vincent had died just years before Magnus was diagnosed with canc

Relieved that I had found a solution, I left the cluster and made my way to the castle, making my pray for the papyrus to remain gluing to its place. Much later, I have come a long way, and I do not hide that I am tired. Like a dragon, I may have the power of a hundred men, maybe more, but in human form, I am alone. The power of a man is all I have—my own strength as a Drake-man. I am at the finish line to reach the castle. I see it in front of me, but the dirt road slopes up, and the weight I carry, It feels like doubled weight since when I first caught it, I held it in my hands. But I will succeed. I do not give up easily. The sun is heating me without mercy, and all the effort is making m

He replied. “What is that supposed to mean?” I snapped, feeling defensive and angry towards this man. “Ever liked dragons?” He asked, completely ignoring my question. “What has my likings, anything to do with this?!” I raised my voice at the ignorance he gave me. “It has everything to do with it.” He retorted back. “Excuse me?” “You, little human, belong in my realm now. You’re my mate.” He told me, “I am Tristan Slade, Prince of the Dragons.”

"I'm not really they're uncle." I watch as shoulders suddenly drop. One of the oldest twins steps forward and gives me a short salute and an eye roll towards Ashrac. "We like to call him uncle because it bugs him. Name's Drayce of the Purple Dragon Clan. We're twelve. This is my brother Ejder of the Purple Dragon Clan." They are both tall and lean with a lot of growing to do, but you can see they'll be the size of Ashrac before long. Both girls dutifully step forward next. They begin at the same time, stop, and then the one on the right speaks. "I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-"

He'd never actually voiced his new title to anyone yet, it just seemed to be an odd thing to say out loud, and it brought home the godawful fact that his father had indeed died and that his life was now full of enormous responsibilities. "Yes, I am the 11th Duke of Shettleham, and I need to get home to comfort my mother and see to my guests, who I might add, includes your boss, the Chief Constable. Would you like to phone him?" Jasper held his phone out with the chief constable's private number showing on the screen. "No Sir, I don't think that will be necessary. Do you have a lock for the bike?" Jasper nodded and pulled the pillion seat up to retrieve the heavy bike lock and secured it to t

I was calm, even after she looked up and our eyes met each other. Sweats were dropping from her head and face was retorting in some kind of serious pain. Everything sank on me.. That's right. That's why Duke wasn't wounded after he got shot because he has a strong healing as the Lycan King! Compared to us, rogue, that can take five days before we completely heal. How can I forget about that? I got so used to how things are happening to the rogues that I forgot what Duke is! And Valerie... She's having a hard time right now because she has probably taken a serious and really dangerous poison. Something that her body can't heal right away, unlike the previous poisons she had an encounter with

"I was only following orders, Grand Duke." "Then I’m ordering you to answer me." "Hmph! You aren't my master." A heavy hush choked the room, broken only by the steady drip of water from an archaic pipe. Kaelus was just about to draw the dagger from his waist when a raw, cracking voice broke the deadlock from the end of the row. "Lancaster," the man on the far right whispered, his voice trembling. "The Duke took the lady to Lancaster." "Shut your mouth, damn it!" the scarred knight barked in a fury, suddenly lunging to kick his treacherous comrade. "The Duke will—"

The old mistress puckered her brows and wanted to assure if she had heard things right. “I heard the old master called him Duke of… Hmnn, what was it again?” Lili scrunched her brows and thought for a moment. “…Duke of Avalon. Yes, that’s it. The old master called him Duke of Avalon. It seemed like he wasn’t from Antacast and was some foreign nobility. The old master told me that he was some dangerous man. Do you know anything about him, old mistress?”

The gentleman takes a deep breath and exhales with a loud sigh, “Well, since you have this half-breed here, I guess I will help you out.” We looked at him confused, “How could you tell that she’s a half-breed?” Ares asked. “Because I am the infamous Draco Pendragon. I can spot a fae when I see one. Half-breed or not. She is fae and I am immune to the influence she was just attempting to use on me.”

Yet, they were influenced by the bad. That’s why the elders and their bloodlines were completely looked down on. Pendragon was a good example of this. Tyr shook his head and said, “I am no kid of some elder. However, not too long ago, I did do something. I killed Andusk Dragoon’s son—Pendragon.” “What, Andusk’s son was killed by you?!” Zillion’s and Pawn’s eyes widened. Pendragon being murdered was a big incident in the headquarters of Six Doors, the news had traveled all the way to Zillion and the rest in the north.