Lancer Artoria Pendragon Novels & Stories

"Wonderful!" Even Pearlo was infuriated. He looked at Logan coldly and declared, "High Master Pearce, it seems I've underestimated you. I shall now reveal my true power!" Pearlo waved his arm, and a simple yet weathered green sword shot out of his sleeve. Radiance burst forth from the hovering sword, its brilliant green glow stretching nearly 100 feet above Pearlo's head. "This sword is called Lambini. It has been by my side for 450 years, slaying 173 of my enemies. You shall be the 174th."

Lyra "Lyra Walker." The herald's voice cut across the square like a blade, and my own name turned my legs to water. He was reading from a long roll of parchment. The tribute list. The names of the girls the Dragon King would take this year. I knew what that list meant. Every five years, the Dragon Court chose unmarried girls from the human towns. They were called brides. They were called offerings. They were called many gentle things. But none of them ever came home.

How many creatures did Pendragon kill to exude such maleficent energy? As soon as Pendragon appeared on the stage, cheers filled the coliseum. “Kill him, kill him.” Pendragon roared and his energy surged. He turned into a ferocious dragon and pounced on Philip with a roar as energy fluctuations appeared around him. The coliseum shook under Pendragon's feet. Philip snorted coldly and energy surged in his hands. With every punch, the space began to fluctuate.

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

my chest, I had never seen him before. He was tall and muscular but not nearly as large as his father or grandfather; the panic couldn’t be from his physical image. The healed wounds on my chest suddenly felt fresh once again as I looked at Luccus, his jet-black hair had the most unique streak of white, just like a wolf from my nightmares. His eyes met mine and my entire body froze, his eyes were dark not in color but in light; they were emotionless and dangerous. I knew these eyes; these eyes kept me awake night after night for many years. “Fuck he’s coming. I’m sorry if we had known we wouldn’t have let you come tonight, we would already be back at our pack.” Clarissa urgent whispers seem

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.

“Since you give me no choice, I’ll grant your wish!” With a fierce glint, Arthur’s aura suddenly changed. “Dragon Annihilation!” With a roar, the air around them seemed to stagnate. It was as if everything dimmed before this move. Swish— Just as Arthur was about to strike Luna fiercely... “Arthur Ohger, back off!” With a stern shout, a long spear appeared and blocked his attack on Luna. It was the Linebreaker Overlord! After enduring for three minutes, Andrius finally completed the formation around Halle’s heart and joined the battle at the critical moment.

Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face. "He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons. I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn. "Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?" I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."

And then a voice – Lancelot's voice – spoke: "Very nice. Now turn around." The woman rotated, still looking at the mirror over her shoulder to keep herself in view, but Neville saw her face, lipstick, rouge, mascara, blush, earrings, girlish tilt of the head and realised with a shock of amazement that he was staring at Lancelot. Lancelot – dressed in his mother's clothing, parading before a mirror, made up like a woman, obviously using the opportunity while his parents were gone to explore personal fantasies. Neville realised that he had wandered into a private sexual exploration – Lancelot playing out a scenario for himself, watching himself, as a woman, in the mirror.

In all my years of palace training, of listening to council meetings and enduring the elders endless droning about alliances, I had never once heard that word. Orion gave me a look like I was clueless. “Of course you haven’t. Rogues don’t get Lances. Can’t. They’re not bound to the moon anymore. Lances are rare wolves born with cores. Abilities that make them different from everyone else. Mirabel’s officially marked as Black Core.” Mirabel’s mouth curved slightly, but she didn’t say anything. Draven cut in, matter-of-fact. “That’s just what they think. Truth is, she’s more than that. Half-dragon.”