Duke Pendragon Novels & Stories

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.

Hold on, my love, I am coming for you, Aiden thought as he was riding his stallion and went after his future bride. ***** I was smiling at the person that was sitting in front of me. Duke Henderson was the crown prince from Zirconia, a little country on the south of Niapachad Island. He just arrived yesterday and I greeted him just in time when I arrived from Grea to Royal Molftus. And right now, we’re having breakfast with Niklaus, my cousin, acting as our chaperone. “So, Prince Duke—” “Please, call me Duke, Your Majesty,” he said as he was looking at me with his peculiar maroon eyes. I smiled before I dabbed my mouth as well.

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

Liam's eyes narrowed in confusion. Barlow, quaking with fear, quickly clarified, "My lord King Pendragon, I am Barlow, part of the Dark Web's guild of necromancer assassins. Three years ago, you and your Gods of War obliterated the Dark Web, sending shockwaves through the criminal underworld of Westernia. Since then, everyone has revered you as Biskeland King Pendragon!" "Biskeland King Pendragon, I'm begging you, spare my life. I realize my mistake. I never should have accepted this job for 30 thousand dollars. Please, you're known for your mercy, forgive me..."

I had to stand to even open the large cover of the book when I opened it more beautiful letters appeared to be writing by themselves right before my eyes "The complete collection of all Pendragon lineage" My eyes went wide as I felt the pages were warm to my touch all of the words in this book were about dragons, Not just any dragons every single dragon the protectors of Magic essence. Each Dragon had their own page with specific information about them, Along with a family tree. There was a whole section explaining what Aurora Dragons were and another entire section on Stygian Dragons. Azar Pendragon was the first male dragon and he had a son named Devlin but what caught my attention the mos

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

He had been looking for Neo for many weeks now, but every time he had a lead, it ends up with a dead-end, a different illusion. The dark circles beneath his eyes were already as black as the night, and he was losing confidence in finding his pupil and friend. However, the Duke hadn't lost faith. There was confidence in the cruelty of the Prince of the luriem. He will not let go a dragon knight that easily, not one that was under the Duke's orders. "This is strange," he whispered while walking inside a small pot of land with tall bushes. It was filled with bright sparkles that came from the fairies' powders on the plants. It seemed that small creatures lived there to plant flowers and differe

They oversaw laws, disputes, and abuses of power. Lucinda’s grandfather, Dragon Pendragon, had been legendary. It was already evident in his name. He was the one who had introduced the Wolf King and Queen in the first place, a match that had turned into genuine love. Because of that, the Windsors owed the Pendragons a debt they never quite repaid. When Dragon died, Lucinda’s father, Gideon Pendragon, took his place. He was just as capable and admired. His children were powerful too—gifted with sharp senses and dominant auras.