Mordred Pendragon Novels & Stories

She said that Merlin still had to complete the last task, and he did so willingly. He closed his eyes, and faced Mordred, the one who had killed Arthur. Mordred was their friend and Merlin and Arthur had saved him from Uther many times before Arthur made him one of the knights at his round table. Merlin couldn’t fathom why he betrayed Arthur after all he had done for him, but he still couldn’t bring himself to kill him in the hallucination.

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

He cocks his head to the side as he studies my face intently, causing me to squirm in place under his gaze. Words move to the forefront of my mind, beating back the whispering voices that were growing too loud to ignore. The soothing sound of Jamari’s voice floods my system with calm, helping me take control of the magic that threatens to consume me. “I am Morgana Pendragom.” Magic swirls around me, sending my hair flying around my head. “There is nothing I can not do.” A scream leaves my lips as the last of my words fills the space between us. A burst of power shoots out from my body, blasting against the spell placed on the cell door.

The woman pointed towards an embarrassed golden-blonde-haired boy, his head hung low in shame as some of the other students snickered at him. Emerald eyes stared at the blonde-haired boy and couldn't help but think of the irony of his name. 'Arthur Pendragon. A famous and legendary person from my old world. Sadly, I don't get that same inspiring feeling that is usually depicted in movies and television shows when I look at him. From what I know, Arthur is always failing the courses that teach students how to utilize their magic and he barely passed his last two Final Exams. I wonder why he's having such a hard time with his magic?'

said General Kay. "They can't disturb that Kingdom. Maybe we've been in the middle of it but they're not just the center of kingdoms. Because they're weird people, all the strong ones are already there. So the Mordred Kingdom doesn't plan to rush. "Especially since they haven't seen a new leader or king yet" explained General Galahad. Great nodded in response. "But what does that key have to do with King Arthur's burial and the Mordred Kingdom?" General Gareth asked.

Gaia was in Charles’s hands, and he knew well about it. "Next it is Dragonslayer, and now it should be in the hands of the Washington Family. The owner of Dragonslayer was the Washington Family back then." The monk said. "Okay, go ahead." Jason nodded. "The Arondight should be in the hands of the Jones Family." Jason nodded gently. Back then, Mordred stabbed the King of the Jones Dynasty with that Arondight, which was called a sword of loyalty and courage. After Mordred’s death, It was reasonable for Arondight to be in the hands of the Jones Family.

He said with a reddened face, “Let me go… you… let me go. “Do you know who I am? “I am Six…” Before Pendragon could even finish his sentence, Tyr interrupted him, “I do not care who you are. The Perez family has been annihilated. You’re next.” Tyr then flung Pendragon to the floor hard. A loud bang followed by the floor cracking, making a dent. Tyr cracked Pendragon’s backbones, and he lay on the ground screaming painfully. “Tyr Summers, f*ck you. You will regret this. You will definitely regret this.

“What are you talking about?” Lucy licked her lips. “They’re related. You couldn’t smell that?” “That’s impossible,” said Roman, “Mordred is a wizard. He’s got no real magic in his blood. He’s stolen it from others.” “Mordred is a wizard, yes. But he married a witch.” “How?” Roman asked. “He stole her away,” said Lucy, “I thought you knew all of this.” “Why would I know all of this?” Roman asked. “All I knew about Nora was that her family had been attacked by a rogue wolf.”

Though the traitors would succumb to their fatal injuries, Lyra's troops would rise unbroken, their unyielding spirits prevailing even as their hearts bled. Upon hearing the dire news, Eryndor commanded his troops to launch a fierce counterattack, driven by a burning desire for revenge against those responsible for Lyra's downfall. Two fearless troops clashed in the valley of dark granite. The Evil Wolf Troops, joined by the rogue werewolf Vorgath, wielded razor-sharp blades and daggers. The air echoed with the crash of spears and the rumble of thunder.

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.