Duke Pendragon Novels & Stories

Now, they held daggers behind smiles. Duke Edmond of the Southern Kingdom lounged in his chair, his silver-ringed fingers wrapped around a goblet of blood-red wine. His tunic was unbuttoned, revealing a dagger-shaped pendant that glinted in the firelight. His wolfskin cloak was soaked and discarded at the door, but his smug arrogance remained untouched by the weather.

Dragons. Not the gentle, myth-bound creatures she had read about in the hidden library of her childhood, but beasts forged in flame and shadow, chained by oaths older than any crown. Their roars shattered stone, their firestorms turned fields into glass. And at their center, gliding as if he ruled the storm, was Thalric Veynor. The duke had broken his final mask. No longer the scheming noble with whispered threats, he was commander of a dragon host, his armor gleaming blood-red in the inferno.

said Duke Leopard. "Yes. Even after a hundred years we still haven't recovered." "I agree with what Leon and Elon said," commented the leader of the Vermillion Clan, Duke Henry Wild. Samantha's grandfather have red hair with green eyes, he have a serious feature that help him stand out from the crowd. "I was thinking of sending my son, Prince Eric, the best swordsman of the Blue Dragon Clan to the battlefield. He is also the best magician and have the strongest spiritual power of the Southern Border. He will do well in leading the battles. I hope his strategies and combat skills will turn this war victorious."

“... I crawled to the riverbank and that's when I saw the arrow in the water, I reached in and pulled it out. In my heart I knew that Lilli had fallen into the water, but there was no sign of her anywhere. That's when I blacked out again and next, I woke here.” “Thank you, Drake, for your honesty, and although I sense you haven’t told me everything, I'm happy with what you have said. In regard to Lance, he was released a couple days ago and is recovering at the castle. I can't do anything to punish Lance for acting the way he did, as I still have a contract with his father to honour.” This is a surprise to me. “But Sire how does that work without the wedding? Surely Dracovia needs to be rule

"Didn't that seven year old then become your best friend?" "Yeah. Three weeks' after you shouting at him, he actually introduced himself to me. His name was Luca but he left the pack when he was seventeen after he found his mate. I don't know where he is these days," I sighed. I was happy that Luca was living happily somewhere and that he had his mate, he managed to get out before the destruction was upon us. "He's part of Darkness. He's a guard for Alpha James," Link replied and just like that I wasn't so happy that he was alive. "Luca Cooper, right?"

Li Min’s gaze grew distant, lost in memory. “Father…” Zhangjian whispered. His heart ached. Not even his own father had spoken a word of this. No, Xiu Jian had concealed the truth not only from his son, but from everyone. Only to Brother Li Min had he entrusted this secret. “As written in the letter, Zhangjian should have learned of his fate upon turning twenty. But… with things as they are, I have no choice but to reveal it sooner,” Li Min confessed weakly. “An Heir must possess both formidable strength and profound inner force to wield the Sacred Dragon Sword. Otherwise, the Heir’s body will collapse beneath its power. Once the blade is unsheathed, its seal shatters. With Zhangjian’s curre

Take her somewhere not here. Duksoms are noble lords who own pieces of land or even castles or fortresses. They swear an oath to a king—to serve and aid him in times of war. 'A concubine? Who says this child is a girl?' Galindra smirked. 'That child is a boy?' Alward largened his eyes, realizing the exaggeration of his reaction, he turned his head away; clearing his throat. 'If that's the case....' The king taps the wooden arm of his throne, carved into a lion's head.

Drogo was charged on, she released her fire burning down our enemies. As Prince of the Dragon clan, I had fulfilled my duty, protecting not only our kingdom but also the hopes and dreams of those who called it home. But my journey was far from over, in a decade. My world would be shaken, many Dragons would give their lives for their riders. The world was vast, and there were countless battles to be fought. This was just the beginning of what was to come, history would repeat itself and the pain would become unbearable. What are Dragon riders without their dragons?

Could he do that? The Duke sauntered over, sitting on the bed. My back slid back, lining my back with the padded headboard. Scooting closer, his black-fingered claws traced my cheek, tears threatening to fall. “Don’t worry, your dragon is put away. The magic I had them cast on your human form helps the dragon stay at bay. I know you are tired of playing house with that wretched beast and now we can continue our courtship.” Do. What? “I am happy with Creed,” my voice shook. His fingers that swiped my clean cheek fell away and a balled fist replaced it. His lips pressed firm, now just a line of disappointment spread.

Letitia asked shielding her maid from the scary man's view. "I believe he would tell you himself. We should leave now if we want to enter Kerstone early." He replied instead and turned around walking ahead. "He's the Duke of Kerstone." Constance mumbled to Letitia's hearing and Mateo stopped abruptly. He sighed before he turned around to a place faced Letitia and a red faced Constance. "My lady?" He called. Letitia gulped harshly. The Duke of Kerstone? Then she was dead! "My lady?" Mateo called shaking her a little and she gasped looking up at him.