Duke Pendragon の小説・ストーリー

Gronta sassily answered. “She is Lord Dvur’s assistant, you know?” Guinevere replied in the same way. Gronta shook and held his breath. “L-Lord Dvur?! I haven’t heard of it!” “Of course you haven’t. If you were born at least 700 years ago, you would’ve. In the creation of the Dragoknight that is within our possession, Lord Dvur exchanged his life for the perfection of such a weapon. After that, no one has ever stepped into his chamber, until now.” Guinevere turned her body to face the group of convicts. “I honestly never thought that you’d leave your master’s chamber. What made you change your mind?”

I waited years to make Vera the best of the best. Every little thing. Every piece of puzzle. I took time to carefully move this game alone to get Vera to where we were now, and then... The curveball. The fucking curveball. It was something I had never anticipated. "It is funny. Freyr made the Prince for her, and that is the beginning of the end of all of your plans. It is destiny. Can you do anything to destroy destiny? Nothing!" My dragon snorted, looking half amused, half angry. "Shut up, Kendra. I can and I will," I said with a frown.

Duke Owen also ordered all his workers to make stronger weapons without hard stones. “How many days will it take you to supply weapons to the knights and the people?” asked Duke Stuart. "Give me three days," he answered quickly as he opened the scattered books and papers. Nicon left the room to visit his family's iron mine accompanied by Arion riding a dragon. “How many portals do you need, Elrica?” Duke Leon asked his best friend. Duke Elrica simply gave his friend a three finger gesture without looking at him. All preparations were done, they left the place where there was only Adir and the Saintess sitting and taking notes.

The heavy blankets tossed and turned as they became a single, tangled mess of heat and gasps. For Damian, the morning was simply an extension of a long night that hadn't been enough. He didn't stop at one round; he took her twice more, leaving Selene stunned by his sheer stamina. Selene stared at Damian as he lay panting beside her. Even now, he looked ready to go again. How was he this strong? Was it from military training? He wasn't just a Duke. He was a celebrated commander, a man known across the continent for his physical prowess.

“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.

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.