Lancer Artoria Pendragon Novels & Stories

These men’s armour was finer than the soldiers around us, the colours more vivid and the leather detailing beautiful to behold. “It is good to see you Aurien,” the foremost man stopped before us. His voice was warm as he greeted my dragon. He was masked, as they all were, but I saw his eyes flick to me. “And your lady friend.” “Princess Diandreliera of Uyan Taesil,” Aurien announced. “Magistar Glenowayn.” “Princess,” the man amended. “My apologies. How may we serve you?” “Magistar Glenowayn, we seek the warlock Daerton,” I told him, rising to my feet, and stepping away from Aurien. “I am currently engaged in a war and require his services.”

The kind that never saw mud or blood. Vanquise stopped before the largest mural—a dragon standing upright like a man, its golden eyes blazing even through centuries of grime. My eyes. "They used to walk among us, you know." He traced the dragon's claw with his cane. "Not as beasts. Not as enemies. As equals." My pulse thundered in my ears. Was this a test? When I didn't respond, Vanquise turned. Moonlight carved hollows beneath his cheekbones, turning his grey eyes nearly colorless. "Do you know why this wing is sealed, girl?"

CHAPTER 22 ~CALLUM’S POV~ “I am the backbone that gives the Blue Lily pack the courage to forge ahead in the face of our adversaries…” I am the blood that pumps the blood of vengeance and strength through the veins of our warriors… I am the bane of my enemies and the light of my people… “I am Regina Shepherd," the fucking queen of war, and when I say this raid isn't going to happen, then it wouldn't happen! Earth to Callum!

Lyra’s POV. I wiggled around the chair trying to get off the ropes that bound me with the chair, anger and fear cursing through me as I stared at Xavier's dark deep orbs that exuded venom and the smug smile that spread against his lips. "Why are you doing this, Xavier?" I spat, firing my words at him like bullets. His smile grew wider. "You're just a pawn in a bigger game, Lyra. This is about Sage. Don’t worry princess, I may or may not hurt, so I won’t make any promises”

He was one. Massive, motionless, and terrifying in his stillness, the warlord looked nothing like the court's whispered portraits. His armor was made of scales—real ones, black and dark crimson, char-bound and ancient. They looked as though they had grown from his skin rather than been forged. Long hair, coal-black and streaked with silver, hung unbound around sharp, beastlike features. His eyes… Her breath caught. They glowed. Not gold, not amber. Firelight, caged behind the thinnest veneer of humanity. When his gaze landed on her, she felt it like the kiss of an open flame.

The Price of Power The courtyard of Darkfang Keep was a battlefield, the air thick with the scent of blood and the clash of steel. Aria stood at the heart of it, her dagger slick with crimson, her breath coming in sharp gasps. Rollan was cradled in her left arm, his tiny body pressed close, his mark glowing faintly against her skin. Caden fought beside her, his wolf form a blur of black fur and lethal grace, his jaws snapping as he tore through loyalists with brutal efficiency. Elara’s magic crackled in the air, her hands weaving shields of light to protect their small group from the relentless onslaught.

Arthur scoffed, then switched his tactic and sent another surge of energy that writhed into a tornado and spun straight toward Leon! "Oh no…" Leon's expression froze on his face. He engaged his Phantom Steps once more, intending to dodge Arthur's attack again. Unfortunately, because he did not take the Dragon Pill, he was only at the Intermediate Emperor State at this time, which was a far cry from Arthur's Advanced Almighty State!

Finally, the battle ended with Elish activating the strongest skill and mortally hurting Ariet. Elish gasping and weak looked at Ariet, who was on his knees. Elish expected to look at a gaze full of range and unwilling to die. Surprisingly didn't have anything like it, just a sad smile and a peaceful gaze in the face of death. "Ariet! Ariet!" the dragon seemed to roar Ariet name for a long time only to receive a calm and full of gratitude look from the strongest Archmage of the world Ariet L'Caster.

The sorceress let out a shriek of anger and pain as the flames licked at her armor. Seizing the opportunity, Luna sprinted forward, darting through the chaos. She reached into the depths of her power, her palms glowing with a blinding light. With a swift, precise strike, she aimed for the weak spot in Morgana's armor. The moment Luna's hand made contact, a shockwave tore through the battlefield. Morgana's armor shattered, its darkness dissolving into smoke. Luna staggered back, her ears ringing, as the sorceress collapsed to her knees, weakened but far from defeated.

I wanted to do all this but I couldn't. There was a change in her movement in the last bit, she slid in between his head, pushing herself up to give land a kick on his head, two on his side and the last on the stomach which had him rolling on the floor. She then squatted above him, using one leg to pin down his hand so he won't take his sword and then she pointed her spear at him. "She won,"I exclaimed inside me, even Bryce and Xylah stood up amazed by her actions. "She did it, my Luna came out victorious," those were the words that echoed in my head.