Mordred Pendragon Novels & Stories

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."

"And she says if either of us ever found this letter, we should know the truth didn't die with her silence. It just went looking for a better hiding place, one that would last longer than she would." "What truth?" He looked up at me, and for the first time since the throne room, I saw real fear in his eyes, not for himself. For me. "Corin isn't just my brother," he said. "He was born marked the same way you were. My mother writes it right here, in her own hand. A crescent birthmark, same shape as the one on the crown." His voice dropped lower, like saying it any louder might make it truer than it already was. "She says the healers who saw it called him the first moon before anyone had ever h

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.

He kissed her forehead whispering: "I love you." The lands of both kingdoms tremble as canons were raining from the sky and infrastructures started to crumble down like a piece of paper falling on the land. The scent of blood and fiery seas of flames engulfed both sides. Morrigan held the pendant of her necklace close to her heart as she watch the scene from the top of the hill. With guards surrounding her, protecting the queen if the enemy would in case notice her. Morrigan disguised as a soldier amidst the sea of reinforcements on the hill. Uncertainty bothering her. "Your Majesty, Master Colfre's plan will bring victory to us," Detroit whispered as he bow his head. Morrigan glanced at him

I stepped back slowly. He stepped forward. A name surfaced from old whispers. Mordren. A rogue who had once belonged to the Iron Vale pack before slaughtering two of his own in a frenzy and vanishing beyond the borders. I had never believed the stories. Until now. “Mordren,” I breathed. The sound of his name only seemed to excite him. His muscles coiled. I turned and ran. Branches tore at my clothes as I sprinted. My lungs burned almost instantly. I was fast, but not fast enough.

The rage boiling in him as he regretted letting her get away in the first place General Mordrid marched into the room and noticed that the king wasn't in a good mood, he knew he needed to mind his words or he might end up like the girl that was being carried out. “Prepare the army, we are storming the Crescent Moon pack in a moment's time.” General Mordred saluted and went on his way, a smile etched on his lips as finally he would be able to take his anger out on those false werewolves. His hatred for the werewolves was just as great as the kings.

They knew that the risk they were taking was great, but as it rarely happened, they accepted the risks, and the truth is that no noble house produced as many half-breeds as that house. Sure, then loyalty had to be blind, but they wouldn't grow old or suffer from illnesses. The benefit, to their weak minds, was worth their risk. That didn't make them braver, and getting between Mordred and protecting the girl was out of the question. Mordred had ten children, each of them by a different vampire. His destined companion had died at his hands; no one remembers why, and all the other women who gave birth to his children died prematurely.

Being a part of the resistance would make me feel useful, and might help me find my lost mate sooner. Another male voice began to speak. This one was lighter, silkier. It sang to me and made me feel a type of happiness I never had before. “I am Drayce, the Pendragon. Any who have the blood of dragons in them, who disagree with what has been done to supernaturals and our people, follow your heart to find me, be made whole, and fight.” My jaw dropped. There hadn’t been a dragon king in centuries. Most dragons were solitary and rarely had any reason to assemble.

They say as I frown in confusion, my head still bowed to them. “But you looked into the future and what you saw and showed me was certain. Morgana is the one and only savior. Maybe her new strength will be useful in the defeat of the vampires and werewolves.” I defend. If they’re saying Morgana is not the savior anymore that means they’re trying to rewrite the future and that is impossible.

He applauded loudly making her jump and turn toward him then back away with shocked wide eyes, ‘Oh please don’t leave, that was very entertaining, I’ve never met a water nymph before especially one as pretty as you are.’ Juliette looked at him warily her back against the wall and he could have kicked himself for making such an inane overtly sexual comment he could see she it had set her on edge and she was ready to run, ‘I’m so sorry, how very rude of me. I am Viscount Tintagel, Luther Pendragon, at your service, little nymph and don’t be afraid of Midnight, my horse, he won’t hurt you.’