Mordred Pendragon Novels & Stories

Deep down, my insides ached to be next to him, but he didn't want me right next to him anymore. "How did you become a rogue when everything was going so well?" I asked. Damien handed the book back to me. "Werewolves from outside of the pack started joining, a few of them started problems with the inner workings of the pack. My father was not as strong as my great grandfather. He succumbed when they challenged him and eventually murdered him for the pack. That's when I left along with the rest of the hybrids that were going to be killed because we were different." His voice was distant as he spoke like the memories were too hard to forget, so I reached out and touched his arm.

Despite my reluctance to make him a warrior, his eagerness to stand with us in battle was undeniable, prompting me to make him my right-hand man. In the dead of night, my warriors and I stood vigilant on the expansive plains of our land. Recent attacks by a mysterious breed of Lycans had left us on edge. These creatures were unlike any we had ever faced, and their fighting skills were different; their ability to camouflage and mask their scents made them nearly invisible until they struck. Driven by a thirst for blood, they posed a threat we had never imagined. We didn't know when they infiltrated our pack. It was Soren who found a way to identify them, revealing their presence among us. Unl

He was too terrifying. He was able to kill seven top fighters of God of War caliber all by himself! He was truly the legendary King Pendragon, the figure that was feared by all countries at the borders. Wrenly was a four-star God of War, but she seemed weak as she saw Liam approaching her. Her eyes were filled with fear as she looked at Liam, who was standing in front of her, and she could not stop shaking.

“Generally, yes, but not exactly. Dragons are privy to who a potential is, which means that he wouldn’t have known. When Arric turned eighteen, he had been drafted to join the war against other Dragons. He had been gone for a few years and by the time he returned Azura had been chosen. That was when I found out.” I guess that would make sense. Remembering the scene from one of the visions I had, I wondered if things would have ended differently if Arric hadn’t been away when I had been attacked in my previous life, which led to that version of me being unable to have kids. I knew that it didn’t really make a difference, as it had happened so long ago, and I wasn’t her.

Rex, Lacey and Minet all dashed forward towards Telagus, weapons drawn, ready to decide the fate of Hale. Book two, Magnus: Dragon Lord is available now.

Ruby went to Rel's side as he maintains control over the shadow creatures. Morgon hissed in anger. He couldn't believe that this brat could muster up enough power to actually open up a portal to the Inferno. He couldn't return to Neherra empty-handed and failed in both missions so he will ensure something before he goes: the death of the Pendragon girl.

The gentleman takes a deep breath and exhales with a loud sigh, “Well, since you have this half-breed here, I guess I will help you out.” We looked at him confused, “How could you tell that she’s a half-breed?” Ares asked. “Because I am the infamous Draco Pendragon. I can spot a fae when I see one. Half-breed or not. She is fae and I am immune to the influence she was just attempting to use on me.”

the voice replied in the same baritone voice, gritting his teeth Mordred frowned. "Do not forget why he has brought you all here, he can easily send you back without having to blink. Or if he feels like it... will make someone disappear" Perceval's eyes narrowed in disdain, truly these people were despicable. How shameless can Uther get and to bring his attack dogs on them, of all things to do.

He had thrown her so he could catch her where the Council couldn't see. The great black dragon, a nightmare of obsidian scales and glowing red veins, didn't land gently. He slammed into a narrow, hidden ledge halfway down the ravine, his wings beating back the mist with a sound like crashing thunder. He shifted back into his human form before his feet even settled on the rock, Aria still clutched against his bare, sweating chest. He slammed her back against the wet stone wall of the ravine, his hands pinning her wrists above her head. His golden eyes were solid, burning white, the Dragon-Madness was at its peak.

The razor sharp steel kissed my throat, forcing my head up to look him dead in the eye. The frantic, nervous advisor from the royal sanctuary and throne room was gone. And in his place sat a cold blooded Lycan soldier. This was the man who kept the Monster of the North on his throne. The King’s Watchdog. "Do not mistake the King’s desperation for mercy, girl," Marcus whispered, his voice flat and deadly calm. "The orchid will be ready when we return." "And if it's a trick?" I choked out, feeling the blade nick my skin.