Howl Pendragon Black Hair Novels & Stories

To stop my father from making the royal announcement on who was to be his heir. The woman in my arms moved and I inhaled sharply, the soft whimper she exhaled snapping even Igor from his rant with Hagrid as he sauntered over to peer at her prone porcelain face, the wild curls of her flaming red hair falling limply around her face, matted with blood. My blood. “What the hell happened back there?” He hissed, his black pea eyes beading with frustration as he curled his lips, kicking the discarded tin of a helmet that lay at his feet so that the metal went skittering noisily into the shadows.

With a loud noise, the coliseum shook, and energy fluctuations scattered all over the sky. Pendragon let out a terrifying roar, and a huge wound appeared on his body, which was left by the splitting sword intent. Blood gushed from the wound, and Pendragon’s eyes turned red as he rushed toward Philip. He turned into a huge crocodile dragon and attacked Philip with a whistling sound. Philip smiled. He was going to win this round.

Her gaze became incredibly serious as she continued whispering to Roselle. "It is said that all werewolf royal family in the past since the beginning of time has that distinct feature of having raven black hair and their eyes are the colour of the cold grey moon." Said Tina and Roselle immediately frown. The emperor, the crown prince and the princess all had a sapphire blue eyes and blond hair. Now that Roselle thought about it, she had yet to see a werewolf with raven black hair and moon-like grey eyes except Romeo. Even within the crowd of Werewolves who were at the imperial palace, she never saw anyone with black hair except her husband.

The woman they called Rose led us through the massive pack house, her lavender-colored hair catching the light every time she turned to acknowledge one of the wolves who waved or greeted her. She responded to each one with a warm smile, her presence exuding effortless kindness. I couldn't stop staring at her hair—it was unlike anything I had ever seen before, like strands of spun lilac, soft and otherworldly. Pearl nudged me, breaking my trance, and I realized Rose was speaking to me.

But doubt crept in—the night's victories felt fragile, like glass underfoot. Minutes later, the door opened to admit the stranger: a sleek gray wolf shifting to human form mid-stride, revealing a woman in her thirties, athletic build, clad in rain-slicked leathers. Her hair was raven-black, eyes a piercing green that scanned the room like a predator assessing threats. Chains bound her wrists—precautionary—held by two enforcers. She bowed her head slightly, respect tinged with wariness. "Alpha Blackwood. I'm Kira, emissary from the Shadowclaw Pack. We heard the battle—felt the shift in power. Hanlon was our enemy too; he owed us debts, spilled our blood in secret deals."

Not from this pack. Behind them, a ripple in the air formed. And then she appeared. Morgana. The witch. She stepped forward, barefoot on the concrete, her long midnight cloak fluttering behind her. Her hair was silver and black like spider silk, her face pale, her eyes glowing with an unnatural gold hue that pulsed like coals. “P-please,” I managed, my voice shaking. “I don’t want this anymore. I don’t know what you did to me, but I—I can feel myself again. I can hear myself. Please—stop—”

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

“This is truly the hair of the Gifted Wolf.” “Good job, Owen. Unlike that worthless, greedy lady, Eleanor Gregory, you’ve made a massive progress.” The vampire king commended me, and I bowed my head slightly. The black witch placed the hair into the bowl of the egg, and instantly the egg’s shell cracked. With a sinister grin, the black witch turned to the king. “My King, we are half way to getting the Gifted Wolf on our side. Owen, with her hair, you’d be able to find her regardless of where she is.”

I may have bitten off more than I can chew. Her transformation happened so fast that for a moment I couldn't tell where Magma ended, and her dragon began. After a light started to glow from her as she grew there is now a giant dragon in her place. She is the scarlet red color of the streaks in her hair. Around her face I can see patches of black that spread into all the black spikes down her back.

Kael’s head jerked toward the door. “He’s coming.” The air grew heavy. I could feel it, a magnetic pull that made every nerve in my body tighten. Footsteps echoed, slow, deliberate. Then the door opened. Draven Blackflame filled the room like he owned the world. He was taller than I remembered, his presence bending the air itself. His hair was black with streaks of crimson near the ends, his skin bronzed by firelight. Those eyes, molten gold with dragon-slit pupils, locked on me and didn’t waver.