Howl Pendragon Fanart Novels & Stories

The Pendragon brothers had arrived. We were released from our binds. Minnie and Miley were dragged toward them by the bodyguards. Minnie saw Zagreus covering me with his arms and went ballistic. "No! I forgive you for looking for substitutes, Zagreus! I forgive you! Just stop hugging that disgusting skank!" Miley was smarter. The Pendragons' actions spoke louder than any words. The real substitutes had always been the Stein sisters. Miley opened her mouth, wanting to stop her sister from making things worse, but Minnie was not going to hear it. She kept screaming at Zagreus.

Morgana's hounds were flesh warped by darkness and muscle bound up in sorcery as they rushed forward but their trajectory was purposeful and straight for us. "Holding the line!" I shouted, adjusting in mid-air. Fur exploded across my skin, bones breaking, reshaping. My paws hit the earth with claws gouging deep into soil with the taste of blood filled my mouth before I’d even registered my first kill and the hound squealed, shadows leaking from its body as my jaws crushed its throat. At my side, Lucian was a whirlwind of darkness, his wolf form shrouded in writhing shadow, tearing beasts apart with elegance that made them howl like they were being unraveled.

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

With the small paint brush I found within the box, I began to paint the sigil onto a slat of wood that made up the back porch. Sean was the artist of the family, starting young with cartoon animations until he graduated with complex figures. I was too heavy handed, too rough to use something as delicate as charcoal or pastels. Even now the oil smeared and dribbled down the wood, but the pattern was still legible and identical to the one in Cordelia’s book. There were two circles, one within the other. The final touch was adding the moon at the center, only it had to reflect the one hanging in the sky. The finished product reminded me of an eye, though the pupil was formed by the small cresce

"For my fated omega." He tears the parchment away, his breath hitching as he reads the title embossed in silver leaf: The Legacy of Our Moonmark. The entire hide binding is hand-painted, depicting a raw, dominant image of Jone and Michael locking jaws during their sacred binding ritual under the blood moon. The artistic style is unmistakable, executed by the Silvermoon Muse, an anonymous rogue painter whose street murals across the Silvermoon Capital Jone had defended for winters.

He lost most of the fingers on his left hand, but it doesn't keep him from producing amazing portraits that are now sprinkled around our castles. The latest portrait of my mate and child is my favorite -Pepper, in human form, wears the headpiece Meagan gave her and she's dressed in a skimpy green outfit that Roxy presented as a motherhood gift. Jewel is in dragon form and much larger than Pepper, though still obviously a young dragon. Her horns have not yet grown in and her bald head reminds me of Pepper's. They stand on a rock ledge with Pepper's hand resting on our daughter's head. Mikael painted Jewel's peevish expression perfectly. Our daughter hates to stay still. We already know she wi

Jasper didn't take off his helmet and held tightly to my hand, which was still hugging him. Later, a large, cream-colored wolf suddenly jumped out in front of us, not to attack us but to protect us. I suddenly thought about what had happened in Santa Isabel. Ranzel, that wolf, if I'm not mistaken, is Damon's cousin. That wolf turned toward us and then looked at the black wolf in front of him. They growl at each other and then move quickly, attacking each other. Jasper immediately grabbed me and pulled me off the motorcycle. He hugged me, and then we ran away on the motorcycle. One of the black wolf's companions got in our way.

So I left it, settling on exploring my new home instead. Today I found myself in a cosy study, still a considerably large room, but smaller than most that I had come across. It reminded me of Lilith’s living room, dark red wood seemed to domineer the room in here. A large inglenook fireplace flanked by a large suit of armour on each side. Over the mantel was a battered shield that had seen better days and two swords, mostly likely longer that I was, crossed at the back of it. A coat of arms could be made out under the battered metal, to me in looked like a half goat half man creature, holding a large raven in one hand and a snake in the other. I assumed it must belong to the Caine family.

NOX’s POV "Rogues of Amberfall," I called out, my voice echoing in the suddenly silent space as I slowly circled around with the lads. A cruel smile played on my lips as I added, "How shall we begin?" I let my gaze sweep over the gathering crowd. They were more numbered than I'd calculated, but that only made this more interesting. I could hear some of them whimpering, and my grin widened, baring my teeth in a wolfish display.