Duke Pendragon Novels & Stories

“And what have you accomplished on your journey?” She looked up then and said, “I have made an alliance with the dragon king, helped reclaim the Heart of Magic from the King of Beelzanborg, and overthrown an evil dictator.” Nya was proud of everything she’d helped Slate achieve. “Father, King Zar of Frindom, may I present to you King Slate of… the dragons.” “King Slate of Dracu,” he corrected, stepping forward. The two kings greeted one another and exchanged a handshake. “I apologize for your daughter’s lengthy absence. I needed her assistance in reclaiming the Heart of Magic.”

"One wrong breath, and I’ll end him right here." Matteo took a small step forward, slowly raising both hands. "Drazen, please. He's just a boy. He has nothing to do with this." Drazen didn’t even blink. "Wrong. He's Dominic Pendragon’s brother. That's all that matters." Dominic’s voice was low. Controlled. Cold. "Let him go. This is between you and me." Drazen slowly turned to Dominic. His smile faded into something darker. "Ah... finally. You speak. The mighty Dominic Pendragon. Still pretending to have a heart."

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al

Evidently, he has no knowledge of what his Duke has been doing lately. “Then let us make a deal to stop this hullabaloo between my master dragon and your Duke. Your Duke has been consistently pestering the Village of my son Dareon, the Thregonad Village. Lately, your Duke attacked the village and killed many Thregonad people and worst kidnapped the First Princess of the Kingdom of Gold Valley, who happened to be the wife of my son, Dareon.” The Dragon Lord stated with calmness yet firmness in his voice.

Even with his injuries, Duke smells the scent of the Shadow-Claw Pride and knows that trouble is coming, so fighting the pain running through him, he gets to his feet and then bends down to pick up a still-unconscious Kyria into his arms. Elizabeth hooks one of her arms into one of Dukes, as she hooks the other into Griffin’s and holds tight. When Griffin could feel that Elizabeth had a strong grip on his arm he stepped into the portal.

The Duke and his group closed in, intensifying the tension. “What’s the issue here?” A chilling voice cut through the air, as the Grand Duke of Adelstein and his knights approached. Elen recognized the Grand Duke, rumored to have descended into madness after the tragic deaths of his wife and young princess. Rumors hinted at a connection between their family and dragons, their blood carrying a mysterious poison.

"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.

" Hello Isabella or should i say The Knight raven" LUKE AKA THE DRAGON

He always addressed Queen Minerva as a Demonic Woman. 'The loyalty of a noble is sometimes pseudo. But so far he is a man of principle.' Duke Gramer while sipping the tobacco from his favorite pruning pipe. “I chose the Black Prince because I just want the people in my area to live comfortably, quietly and securely. Then the figure of a suitable leader I think I see is in you, Prince. I feel with the ability of the Black Prince that it will come true.” The old man paused and exhaled tobacco smoke from his mouth and nose, like a fire dragon.