Howl Pendragon Fanart Novels & Stories

"Shadowthorn essence is a dark poison derived from the thorns of the nightshade plant. They cause terrifying hallucinations, leading to paralysis." "While Whisperwind Venom is harvested from the elusive Whisperwind spiders dwelling in the ethereal forests, this poison imbues one's mind with haunting whispers and illusions, driving them to the brink of madness." "These poisons are not easily found. They are only in Kingdom Solstice." As tears streaked down my cheeks, I struggled to make sense of Dr. Halt's words. My shoulders sagged under the weight of the brutal revelation, and my eyes widened in shock. Frantically, I scanned the room, desperate for answers that slipped through my fingers li

He simply stepped back to the perimeter of the pit, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his piercing silver eyes tracking my every movement like an apex predator evaluating a test subject. Across the Colosseum, partially obscured by the flickering torchlight, Denzel Darkmoor leaned silently against a stone pillar. His dark eyes were fixed entirely on me, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets where my mother's silver locket rested. I was completely on my own. "Begin!" Hawthorne shouted, bringing his arm down in a sharp, swift arc. Before the professor’s hand even hit his side, Susan moved. She didn't hesitate or test my range; she charged with terrifying shifter speed, a blur of motio

The woman pointed towards an embarrassed golden-blonde-haired boy, his head hung low in shame as some of the other students snickered at him. Emerald eyes stared at the blonde-haired boy and couldn't help but think of the irony of his name. 'Arthur Pendragon. A famous and legendary person from my old world. Sadly, I don't get that same inspiring feeling that is usually depicted in movies and television shows when I look at him. From what I know, Arthur is always failing the courses that teach students how to utilize their magic and he barely passed his last two Final Exams. I wonder why he's having such a hard time with his magic?'

My phone vibrated in my purse and I did not bother since I knew it would be Liam. Evangeline managed to get me interested in a conversation and it was about the art works. How her husband got them for her during an auction. She added that he liked art and I did not know when I rose to my feet to stare at a particular one. It was a Lycan Wolf. The eyes were of different colors; one was gold, the other looked red or blue. I narrowed my eyes on the image as I felt oddly attracted to the painting. The hairs around its neck appear to be totally different from that of the soft fur of a wolf. Even for a Lycan. There was a crescent moon attached to it forehead and a ring with ancient lycan writing a

I place it in the oven with some garlic baguettes and set the timer. Leading her to the counter to sit while we wait, I gently lift her arm to inspect the artwork on it. I am impressed, she has a red dragon design that wraps it’s whole body fully around her arm. The level of detail in this image is exquisite and almost makes it seem as though the creature could leap off her skin and become alive. I lift the sleeve of her t-shirt to be able to see all of it and the head of the animal rests on her shoulder. “This is amazing Angel, and you say you have one on your back as well?”

A voice floated by. "Ok whoever you are. I bet it is one of you dumbass trying to psychic me out." Hayley picked up the circle shaped pendent that was made of gold on the outside and other materials for the middle. She examined it, wondering how come it's not hot, despite it melting the snow. She tried to read the words that had been encrusted, only to realize that it wasn't English. Upon closer inspection, Hayley noted that the wolf in the centre had red rubies for the eyes and seemed to be howling at a black moon.

He was too terrifying. He was able to kill seven top fighters of God of War caliber all by himself! He was truly the legendary King Pendragon, the figure that was feared by all countries at the borders. Wrenly was a four-star God of War, but she seemed weak as she saw Liam approaching her. Her eyes were filled with fear as she looked at Liam, who was standing in front of her, and she could not stop shaking.

Hilda studied her for some seconds. “After you left me, I actually followed you, but you were faster. I found your swords by the waterfall and tried to locate you using them but it took me to the palace, weird.” Hilda took another sip. “I had to get out immediately, being a demon, it's automatic death to be anywhere close to the palace.” “Yes,” Petra nodded. “Many demons suffered such cruel fate. Belgephor is still yet to forgive king Xerxes.” “I cut open more portals and finally, one brought me here.” Hilda continued. "I was using a lot of dark magic in Wrodromor, trying to locate you, I think it only took a troll on me." Her eyes flashed with a hint of guilt

I became turned on and just as I was starting to get wet he pulled out. Just as his face came into eyesight again, I don’t know what came over me, but I sunk my teeth into his neck at the speed of light. The whole crowd broke out into a gasp but I could careless. I could feel our souls, wolves and existence uniting into one. When I pulled back I could see the mark and it entranced me. It had beautiful swirls with half-moons hanging by the edge of it. The crowd was in awe just like me.

I said while standing up, dusting my body. "Thank you," she smiled. "A thick werewolf huh, I guess you are from the El Salvador pack right?" "No, I'm Ladurgal, the El Salvador has longer hair" "Okay, okay, my bad. It's nice to meet you..." I reached my hands to shake her, in a way of asking for her name. "Aveo, you can call me Aveo." "Okay Aveo, I am..." She cut me off before I could say anything,