Mordred Pendragon Novels & Stories

And then a voice – Lancelot's voice – spoke: "Very nice. Now turn around." The woman rotated, still looking at the mirror over her shoulder to keep herself in view, but Neville saw her face, lipstick, rouge, mascara, blush, earrings, girlish tilt of the head and realised with a shock of amazement that he was staring at Lancelot. Lancelot – dressed in his mother's clothing, parading before a mirror, made up like a woman, obviously using the opportunity while his parents were gone to explore personal fantasies. Neville realised that he had wandered into a private sexual exploration – Lancelot playing out a scenario for himself, watching himself, as a woman, in the mirror.

I wonder about the other things I do not know about him. And he said he's called Alpha Lord Lugard, the person from my dreams. This sounds so unreal, I mean, I will see an animal then later, I will see it turn into a human. I think I was being warned, oh, I understand this now. Hmm, I didn't also know he was Lugard and not Drake. However, if that's the case then why do I feel serene when I sleep in his arms?

Meanwhile, the Pendragon Group's stocks plummeted. Before Zagreus could do anything to salvage his company, an explosive story broke the Internet: [Mr. Religious Pendragon is a Butcher of Lives!] The Stein sisters' father—the former CEO of the Steins' company—recorded a video of himself crying as he displayed the sisters' urns. "The Pendragons… They think laws and morality don't apply to them! Look at what they have done to my daughters… They abducted them… and… "They are butchers! They spit in the face of law, of humanity, of decency! But I am alone. I have no power against them… Help me. All of you, help me…"

“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.

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

I scowl at her, “Sir Knight, I think you might be mistaken I…” “Oh no, I don’t think I am.” Devona explains. “I have a pretty good idea who you are…you are a part of all this too.” “Yeah, who am I, their love child?” “No.” she answers simply. “Mordred died the same night as his mother. It was by luck alone that his infant daughters were not killed as well. Those behind the plot to destroy Morgana’s line so that she might rise did their very best to be thorough. But… I feel you, any of you, aren’t going to believe me until I show you some proof.” She motions for us to follow her to the cellar. “Come on, our friend is still unconscious. He’ll be a perfect visual aid.”

I command, shaking him again just to hear him whimper like a pup. Just over the next ridge, in about twenty minutes. Mordred supplies without complaint. I don’t know what James was thinking when he hired the bastard. He might be an evil son of a bitch, but I thought he had more brains than to work with someone who has no backbone. What do you know about the mermaids who get taken to Sangville? I hiss. Were you involved in the shipment taken two days ago?

’ His voice trailed off in anguish, ‘No brother, we had nothing, and you know it but won’t accept it. We could never beat Arthur, he was/is England's greatest King and he always will be. He is at peace now, sleeping because he has earned his rest but when he is needed he will return and save this green and pleasant land he loved so much. Killing the Hybrid will not change that, mating her will bring you nothing, she is not yours to mate with.’ Morgana stopped in front of him and lifted her hand taking the silver knife and placing it beside Aurora then she took Mordred's hands in hers,

Morgana said mimicking her husband's voice, exactly the way he sounded the day he had said that to her. Genevieve began to clench her fists, knowing exactly whose voice she was mimicking and what she was heading to. She noticed the women muttering to themselves and she couldn't bear the hate and humiliation she felt. Morgana noticed her mood swing and walked up to her again. " Do you know who I am now?" She gleefully asked her. "I will kill you. How dare you" Genevieve continued to mutter, trying hard to hide the pain she felt.

The room settled into that awkward dorm hush: distant hallway chatter, the hum of the mini-fridge, Lesley's soft snores kicking in almost immediately. I lay on my bed, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars peeling from the ceiling—relics from the previous occupant. My phone screen lit up the dark, Mordred's last text glaring back at me like an accusation. “Don't meet Lysander tomorrow. Ignore the text. It's a setup. Begging you.” Begging? Mordred never begged. He orders, he protect, he crashed through walls—literally and figuratively.