Lancer Artoria Pendragon Novels & Stories

Lancaster, observing the chaotic scene, drew upon his extensive knowledge of the dark arts. His weathered hands moved gracefully, tracing intricate symbols in the air. Shadows swirled around him, responding to his commands. With a mighty incantation, he summoned bolts of dark energy, which crackled and arced towards the griffin. The creature, momentarily distracted by Mr. Lancaster's assault, faltered. Seizing the opportunity, Marcus and Derek redoubled their efforts. Marcus pounced, sinking his fangs into the griffin's throat, while Derek tore at its wings, rendering them tattered and useless.

"I am ready, Arcturus. Let us face whatever challenges come our way, and may the power of the moon guide us to victory." Arcturus nodded, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Then let us go to battle, Princess. For the moon is full, and our time is now." I felt a surge of confidence and power. We led our pack into battle, the moon shining brightly above us. As we clashed with Rocco's followers, I could feel the moon's energy coursing through me. I raised my hands, and a beam of silver light shot out, striking our enemies with precision and force. Arcturus fought alongside me, his teeth and claws gleaming in the moonlight.

Giovanni and Hiro watching from a very high attitude towered building lift his sand to help him land safely to the ground by creating a gigantic sandy palm draining Giovanni’s mana greatly as he grew weak by the minute using his magical power. Allan is shocked to see in a full arm gauntlet in his arm to his hand upgraded with a blue flaming circular dragon shield of the dragon queen serpent coiling around across the shield. In the middle of the shield is the shinning flaming core from the dragon’s head. Princess Felicia and Allan watch the battle of Historia and Arogonut. A taught caught in his mind from the battle to help Historia and Arogonut. He remembers what the Dragon said to him infor

He knew the story surrounding Lyra, her identity as a Khione and the Osyron year, and he knew that if he should do nothing, not only would they never see Lyra ever again, but that he would loose the trust of his people. His breathing was unstable and his heart hammered in his chest because he knew that they all waited on his orders as King of Dragonsbane. He closed his eyes briefly and put the crown on his head. “I say we get Lyra back. War on Astaroth.” “Yes!” Eris supported. “No.” Gwyn countered him. She looked at her husband and repeated. “No.” “Gwyn…” “We cannot afford to go to war against the kingdom of Astaroth.” “And neither can we afford to sit back and fold our hands, Gwyn. She is y

THE sun was just beginning to rise on the east when Prince Archer, disguised as Theobald the son of a smith, and Aurora began their journey to find the fruit of bastion. They each have a burlap sack containing provisions. Both are carrying a sword, and Archer also has his bow and arrows with him. He was about to mount his horse when Aurora stopped him. “The trail is too narrow for a horse,” she explained. “We would have to walk to get to the Heart.”

Black cloth with a silver symbol. An eclipse with a dagger through its heart. The mark of the Eternal Order. "They are already here," Asher said quietly. The torches drew closer. And somewhere in that approaching army, Mordain the Undying was coming to kill me.

“Remember it is a skill that improves with practice and mastery. The art of mastery is to practice until your best reflection of your perfection is achieved.” Shaking out of his trance, Dante growled at the memory. He was torturing himself with it, but he stilled remembering the feel of her body pressed against his. The memory also reminded him why he was currently purchasing all these items - a sword, three throwing daggers and arrows, bracers to help with archery and projecting a shield of energy, and a scabbard with a halter. The sword, daggers, and arrows were adorned with sapphires from the Sapphire River.

Li Min’s gaze grew distant, lost in memory. “Father…” Zhangjian whispered. His heart ached. Not even his own father had spoken a word of this. No, Xiu Jian had concealed the truth not only from his son, but from everyone. Only to Brother Li Min had he entrusted this secret. “As written in the letter, Zhangjian should have learned of his fate upon turning twenty. But… with things as they are, I have no choice but to reveal it sooner,” Li Min confessed weakly. “An Heir must possess both formidable strength and profound inner force to wield the Sacred Dragon Sword. Otherwise, the Heir’s body will collapse beneath its power. Once the blade is unsheathed, its seal shatters. With Zhangjian’s curre

A large paw came crushing down with blistering speed, and Arthur could only watch it descend with a bitter gaze. Without Durandal his strength was even lower than Domineering Tiger’s. Since the blade had been feeding him with strength all this while, he had grown stronger than Frowning Tiger and Rash Tiger. Even Beastly Tiger wouldn’t be his match even if Arthur didn’t have Durandal. But he was still slightly weaker than Domineering Tiger. Given few more hours, he was certain that he would be stronger, but now that the large claws of the Pseudo Legendary Class Magical Beast was descending upon him, he realized that he may never get that chance. His speed had reduced drastically now that Dura

He was a colossal Englishman, so that must’ve been why he was able to reach Cameron, though he threw the lance in a way that had never been intended, treating it like a spear rather than a bludgeoning weapon. It did little more than bounce off Cameron’s thick dragon hide, but that was enough to taint him with poison. It must’ve been infused into the lance before the battle began, when the mages were at their strongest and not yet depleted from having to continuously protect the knights and infuse the weapons used by the English.