Romans & histoires Mordred Pendragon

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.

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.

he muttered and tears began to streamline his eyes. "My Morgana"

But Cassy who had accepted the clothes then grabbed her wrist and she asked her in a small frightened voice, "Am I really The legendary mage?" Carol put her hand on Cassy's and she said explaining to her, "You are a legendary mage, the color of the mark on your breast proves it to us, but it is the fact that this mark is a pentacle that makes you The legendary mage. The mark of the pentacle has only appeared twice since the dawn of time and both times it was when humanity was threatened, not only here in Astoria but in all the worlds in our universe."

Nathaniel was the alpha king's only son. “How can you be my mate? I smell wolf all over you,” he said with a confused expression on his face. I chuckled with confusion. “Of course I'm a wolf. What else would I…” His eyes suddenly glowed bright red. It paused my words and my mouth flew open. Werewolves couldn't do that. The only people who could do that were Demons. Mortal enemies of werewolves. My legs trembled. I tried to run off, but his hands wrapped around mine and he pulled me back, cornering me against the wall. He panted the words.

m. Meanwhile... The main residence of the Pendragons was in a private 2-acre estate in Xeohill of Little Xeottect. Normally, this main residence would only become lively during festivities. The Pendragon members lived in their own homes for the rest of the year.