Novel & Cerita Duke Pendragon Spoilers

My sister and I were both reborn on the very day the marriage pacts were to be chosen. In our previous life, she was the one who married Adrian, the Black-Armored Duke whose reputation for cold brutality struck fear into all. She endured his indifference until she was cast out and sent back to the Vere family in disgrace. I married Lucian, the White Knight, gentle and gracious as carved jade. I wore the Duchess's coronet and became the envy of all. She was consumed by jealousy, convinced I had stolen her true love. So she killed me. And so, this time around, she rushed ahead of everyone else, personally tying the white stag ribbon that represented Lucian, shoving the Black Wolf that everyone

Selene threatened. Damian let out a low chuckle. "You are with your husband. Who do you think is going to come to your aid?" Selene bit her lip. He was right. No one in the castle would dare interfere between the Duke and his Duchess. Outside those doors, everyone knew the sovereign of the land was in his chambers with his wife. "Then stop it!" "Not a chance!" Damian growled, lunging forward to capture her lips while pinning her body beneath his.

He'd never actually voiced his new title to anyone yet, it just seemed to be an odd thing to say out loud, and it brought home the godawful fact that his father had indeed died and that his life was now full of enormous responsibilities. "Yes, I am the 11th Duke of Shettleham, and I need to get home to comfort my mother and see to my guests, who I might add, includes your boss, the Chief Constable. Would you like to phone him?" Jasper held his phone out with the chief constable's private number showing on the screen. "No Sir, I don't think that will be necessary. Do you have a lock for the bike?" Jasper nodded and pulled the pillion seat up to retrieve the heavy bike lock and secured it to t

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.

I pressed on, their distant roars a constant reminder of their presence. Then, like a beacon of hope, towards the end of the maze, I saw an exit appear before me. Eagerly, I moved toward it, my desire for freedom outweighing my caution. I didn't care to look around me so I won’t waste any more time. I promised myself I would only think of the consequences when I was safely out of the palace walls. But just as I was about to reach the exit, I was halted by an unexpected presence: Drogo, the dragon that belonged to the prince. The same dragon that had scared the shit out of everyone in the selection.

His eyes settled to me and I almost teared up knowing that he's here. I soundly whimpered as we looked into each other's eyes. The expression on Duke's face softened for a while, but it soon changed after Jude stood up and pointed his gun at us, not knowing who to point it first. "Y-You monster!" I growled at him in anger and was about to run to him when he quickly pointed his gun on me. He was near to pulling the trigger when Duke ran to him and bit the side of his neck. He threw him on the wall, the same time Duke slashed his throat open until he died on the spot.

“Your mother's brother. High Lord of Nytherin before the house fell.” “But he died,” Ingrid whispers. “Didn’t he?” "History said that he was murdered for trying to open the veil. One of the first to dabble in raw magic outside of divine boundaries." He looks at me. "But if he's alive… then somebody lied. Or worse, somebody helped him vanish." My stomach twists. I can feel the dragon marching inside me. "His feet shouldn't be walking still," it snarls. "He was there the day I was sealed. I remember his blood. His soul stank of ambition."

Draco suddenly questioned my by pulling me out of my trance “Hm….. no… I …. I was actually thinking about King Sargon” I told him my heart “Why are you suddenly thinking about King Sargon?” Draco questioned me with raised eyebrow, his face suddenly turned dark and cold. “Its… because of Judith, yesterday before she died she told me that if not her someone else will try to kill King Sargon…” I replied Draco. “So what are you implying…?” Draco questioned me coldly “I am from Kingdom Tallis, how can I let our king die like this in hand of other… this is act of treachery” I told him my thought

Zaira had given it for the very reason, a reminder which will never let me forget her and her betrayal. My hold on the mug’s handle tightens. She not only left me bereft and almost on the cusp of death but made my dragon recede. Now, he doesn’t respond to my summoning no matter how long I continue the ritual. I am glad that I have my siblings who care. My parents, not so much. Gulping down the scalding hot liquid, I decide to meditate. I need to calm my thoughts and help Clyde to not make the wrong choice. I can guess the reason behind his wariness, but unlike me, he is not unfortunate, he never has been.

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.