Duke Pendragon Novels & Stories

The young man who had once gripped his hand now placed both palms firmly upon his shoulders. “Zhangjian.” Li Min murmured. “Brother Li Min, Father… Mother…” the boy sobbed, his hands digging into the earth, his fragile frame weighed down by grief. Li Min pulled Xiu Zhangjian into a fierce embrace. His teeth ground together as his gaze locked upon the burning ruins of Boushan. In his heart, he swore, “You have made a grave mistake, leaving the true heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword alive. Mark my words, your time will come. We will rise, and we will have our vengeance.”

At her hip, an empty scabbard. The Lady of the Lake. And to her left, the proud man, refusing to show his fear, has a soul that is even more regal. On his chest is a royal crest, one that would later be adopted by his son--the Pendragon. He is Uther Pendragon. King Arthur's father. As I watch them both hanging there, looking at one another in longing, enduring their torture with grace, I can tell immediately who these two mortals are in this life.

My vision blurred even further with my throat raw like I had swallowed fire, I felt myself fall and then my eyes close. THE DUKE I caught the girl before she hit the floor as I have been observing her movements from the time our eyes met across the room, now she was the only one worth paying attention to because not only was she beautiful but her scent was something I could not resist. I am the Duke of Valestead and I am also a Vampire, one who have lived for centuries but few people knew that and one of them was her father. Nine years ago I had gone over to his manor for a business deal and he had all but run me out of his house because according to him he did not want to do business with a

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.

My best friend and I grew up in an orphanage. As university students, we worked in a hotel to earn money. What we didn't expect was to end up in a one-night stand with two of the city's most elite brothers. One was an award-winning movie star, and the other was a CEO renowned for his piety. They were possessive and controlling—completely unhinged. They were animals. Once again, I found myself in the arms of Zagreus Pendragon, known as "the Faithful", forced to remove my lingerie.

At some point, they had even joined me. Later in the evening, Orien came to pick me up. During the ride home we had a chit-chat. I learned that he wasn't just Head of Knights, he was Gawain's childhood and best friend. He told me about Gawain's childhood. Prince Dameon had been brought up from birth as the heir to the throne. Being trained as well. Gawain never had interest in those things. He'd stuck to books and the first time he had been forced to wield a sword, he'd cut himself. According to Orien, Gawain had frozen on seeing his own blood. Thereafter, he began shaking. Gawain dreaded the sight of blood. It had also taken him a long time before he could go near knives or scissors or even

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.