Lancer Artoria Pendragon Novels & Stories

Lance is looking sour faced and pale, standing still as a statue and I now notice he has an arrow sticking out of his arm. “I decree that from this moment forth my daughter Lilliana Pendragon is free to marry, whomever she chooses and, that the man she marries, will have equal power to hers as King of Dracovia.” Stunned silence follows as the Kings speech reaches its conclusion and I’m unsure what will happen next. Normal 0 false false false EN-GB X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;

At her hip, an empty scabbard. The Lady of the Lake. And to her left, the proud man, refusing to show his fear, has a soul that is even more regal. On his chest is a royal crest, one that would later be adopted by his son--the Pendragon. He is Uther Pendragon. King Arthur's father. As I watch them both hanging there, looking at one another in longing, enduring their torture with grace, I can tell immediately who these two mortals are in this life.

Many of the staff members also knew her. She was slightly early at the place for a Bar. It was only 8 pm and the Bar wouldn’t start until 10 pm. Arya wasn’t at the restaurant yet. She sat on the high chair at the bar and started talking to the bartender. He was a young man with pink coloured hair and loads of piercings. “So when does Arya usually come in?”

"And it's amazing what can Prince Arthur revive from death. "It costs so much magic power to revive all of the strongest creatures beforehand but I guess it's worth it," mumbled Prince Arthur while still panting. He put his Tizona sword back to his scabbard and went down to touch the ground, then a magic circle appeared, illuminating the entire area again. "I summon the mightiest chariot, Pegasus!" The zodiac warriors covered their eyes again because of the blinding light. When it disappeared, they saw that Prince Arthur was riding on a white horse with blue horns on its forehead and wide wings.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

"You will all fall before me!" "Never!" Lyra snarled, her voice ringing with defiance. As one, she and her friends launched themselves at Arthur, each using their unique abilities to chip away at his defenses. Dorian's flames burned away the darkness that clung to his form, while Elara's winds battered him relentlessly, leaving him exposed. "Your reign of terror ends here, Arthur!" Rylan declared, driving his blade deep into the heart of the enemy's forces, scattering them like leaves in the wind. Slowly but surely, they began to overpower Arthur, their combined might proving too much for even his dark magic to withstand.

Alister asked and stood up, he drew his sword and placed it next to the other sword on the table "Read its name..." Danté squinted at its Celtic encryption "Dragonsbane" "Does that name ring a bell to you?" "No?" "They are the swords of our forefathers, this belonged to Sir Lancelot, a knight of the round table" Danté chuckled "A Knight of Arthur? Did you steal this then?" "Did you steal yours?" "It was handed to me by the cross!"

Could it be him? I studied Lance. The scarf he wore around his neck, though he was sweating profusely. The gloves he wore to his elbows. It was true. Arthur was a vampire - a Hunter. His companion, Lance was his walking food bank. Arthur didn't understand what these people were. He only saw them as additional blood sources. I was curious whether a Locanis could be compelled. If not, Arthur would be in for quite a surprise. From what Pops and Troy told me, the Locanis were vicious warriors and wouldn't be easy to fight.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

She pressed the attack, her movements a blur, but the arbiter recovered quickly and caught her leg mid-kick, twisting and throwing her to the ground. Lycidas conjured a series of magical runes in the air, each one glowing with arcane power. He unleashed them in a torrent of energy bolts, each one aimed at the arbiter. The arbiter raised his hand, a shield of light forming to deflect the attacks. Lycidas pushed harder, the strain evident on his face, but the arbiter’s shield held firm.