Duke Pendragon Spoilers Novels & Stories

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.

The impact splintered the wood and blocked the exit entirely, sending a shower of sharp splinters flying past his face. Dorian screamed, throwing his hands over his head and collapsing backward onto the floor. I walked across the ruined expanse, my boots crunching rhythmically against the stone debris, until I stood directly over him. I looked down at the young master of House Thorn—the very boy who had humiliated me in public, annulled my future, and laughed as I fell into the dark. Now, he looked like a cornered animal trembling in the dirt. Before I could speak another word, a sharp, rhythmic sound began to echo from the courtyards outside.

Malcolm cast a puzzled look in Liam's direction as he listened intently to the soldier's message. At the same time, Liam lifted his head to meet Malcolm's gaze, and they exchanged a knowing look. Liam nodded, and Malcolm immediately understood what he wanted. He let out a chuckle and declared, "I'm so sorry to break this news to everyone, but it seems that King Pendragon changed his mind! He wants to remain low-profile and thus has decided not to reveal his true identity anymore! However, I would like to remind all of you that he's seated among you, and perhaps he might even be right beside you! He wants to remain undercover so that he can observe everyone and determine who's the most succes

“It was made to look like an accident. A fall from a horse. But I knew. I found the evidence - a tampered bridle, a paid-off stable hand. I took it to my brother, the King. He saw the truth. And he told me to let it go.” That anger never warmed. It stayed frozen, sharp enough to cut after all those years. Names mattered too much. Too many of them tangled in the dark. One spark could crack the whole realm apart. He called it duty. Said I had to stand like armor, even if it crushed me. So I put her into the ground. Then I buried the part of myself that still hoped for fairness. Now they call me the Duke of Ashes. The walls around me aren’t meant to block others. They hold back what burns insid

‘H-h-her b-belly’ her voice, though in a low whisper, echoed lightly through the already deserted walls of the manor, which was now lighted by the eerie shadows the blood moon that had appeared in the sky, towering over the manor cast in the house. As if waiting to witness the birth of the monster. Somehow, words had made rounds in the manor amongst every servant and soldier about the mysterious birth, and on the same night, the blood moon appeared after so many years. It didn’t help that The Duke was also found dead not long after dinner in the store room, hanging from the rafters with his eyes popping out of his tiny head. Everyone had silently disappeared. Each returned to his own home in

He invited the Prince and they all left. I sighed in relief and the man that I encountered laughed at me. I looked at him with confusion. "You look like you were suffocating," He said. "I uh" I can't manage to find any more words to say to him. He is the Grand Duke in the North. The one they called a monster, my soon-to-be husband. "Excuse my manners, my lady. My name is Arthur Lionel, the Grand Duke of the North"

Being a part of the resistance would make me feel useful, and might help me find my lost mate sooner. Another male voice began to speak. This one was lighter, silkier. It sang to me and made me feel a type of happiness I never had before. “I am Drayce, the Pendragon. Any who have the blood of dragons in them, who disagree with what has been done to supernaturals and our people, follow your heart to find me, be made whole, and fight.” My jaw dropped. There hadn’t been a dragon king in centuries. Most dragons were solitary and rarely had any reason to assemble.

“Not only did Duke Kestrel fail to bring you to me while you worked for him, but it would also seem that his son is not his son, after all. This arrived this morning. One of my representatives in Seagull’s Bay signed it. They hung Duchess Kestrel for treason earlier this week. She confessed to the Duke that her son was a shifter. It’s all here, on this paper. After I sent word to Kestrel about his son harbouring a Cardinal and questioning his own loyalty, it seemed he did not hesitate to interrogate his wife. From what I have gathered, you are not unfamiliar with his ways. You know as well as I that he can be… very persuasive.” I shivered and shook like a leaf dangling from a tree while it w

"I was only following orders, Grand Duke." "Then I’m ordering you to answer me." "Hmph! You aren't my master." A heavy hush choked the room, broken only by the steady drip of water from an archaic pipe. Kaelus was just about to draw the dagger from his waist when a raw, cracking voice broke the deadlock from the end of the row. "Lancaster," the man on the far right whispered, his voice trembling. "The Duke took the lady to Lancaster." "Shut your mouth, damn it!" the scarred knight barked in a fury, suddenly lunging to kick his treacherous comrade. "The Duke will—"

Then, he was reminded of the Norwoods' Silverton branch. Everyone thought he was the fake heir who'd stolen Darius' life, but no one knew he came from the main branch in Imperia. The main branch was several leagues above the Silverton branch. Kaldor even told him the reason he hunted down Evan's parents. He was after a dragon-shaped pendant. It was the very thing that shook Imperia and northern Draganland, even turning it upside down. Apparently, the pendant held a great secret that could shake the whole of Draganland. Countless nobles, aristocrats, and foreign forces had joined the fray, using every trick they had to get their hands on the pendant.