Pendragon Series Novels & Stories

Going through something like this at this age could leave a long-lasting trauma. "I… I'll do my best to forget," the young woman replied, nodding. She considered Logan for a bit, a little eagerly, and asked gingerly, "What's your name?" Logan flashed a smile. "Logan Pearce." "Logan Pearce," she reiterated under her breath as she printed it in her memories. She turned her reddened eyes to him and replied, "I'm Ada Pendragon." "Pendragon?" Logan parroted and smiled. "Now, that's an uncommon surname. It sounds very medieval. Swords and sorcery and all that. Does it really have anything to do with dragons?"

I pause for a moment, “Have you found anything in the books?” Taran shakes his head, “No, history is completely different. Even the castle’s history is wrong. It was expanded in the 14th century and funded by an Earl thanking us for keeping the vampires from invading. These books say the Earl built it in the 14th century.” I turn and look at the mythology section of the library. Whispering, “I wonder,” I get up and begin looking for books on dragons. “What are we looking for now?” Taran asks curiously.

My skin prickled. The name hit like a stone in my gut. The Grey Gang. Four mercenaries—only two still alive, and even that, I wasn’t sure of. Lydia and the boss had been given passage out of Gyrange’s Cave. Did they really make it out? Or was this a new group using the same name? Lydia. A mage with deadly spellwork and rare magic engineering skills. And the boss . . . a werewolf with a quiet fury that made monsters look tame. The man who helped me survive my first crossing through that cursed forest.

The soldiers dropped to their knees, the captives quieted, and the dragons returned and took up a position around the village. Evrah inched closer, putting her face against the wood, trying to see what had caused everything to stop. A deep voice spoke. The kind that caresses flesh, as it slowly spreads poison against the skin. Smooth and venomous. Evrah could not see the body the voice belonged to, but his words found her ears just fine. “Where is she?” the voice demanded.

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

He is always in sync with my thoughts and this is not even due to our mate bond. “You are an intelligent creature, dragonlord,” I murmured coyly. His eyes darkened as they always did when I called him by his title. He pulled me closer and his voice dropped an octave. “Well, what will you name it, your highness?” He asked as his lips skimmed up and down the column of my throat. I tipped my head back to give him more access. My eyes fluttered close as I encircled my arms around his neck. “Hm… how about Mage’s Mate series?” I asked, dazedly because his lips were stoking my arousal as his fingers were slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

A knock on the door made me move the quilt lower to ask who it was. "High Lord Tymon has asked that I bear food and fruits to you, my Lady." A tiny voice came from the other side of the door. A brownie, perhaps. I turned my back to the door. "I'm not hungry. Later." I said. I vaguely registered a sigh and shuffling of feet as the brownie left. "What the history will not tell you is that Dragons were not created by Luna. We existed. Even before Luna." I blinked at that, but said nothing, lest I interrupt her. "Before Luna, the mother, there were other gods that ruled the world. There were beings that walked the earth that were feared. Some still do. Like

How many creatures did Pendragon kill to exude such maleficent energy? As soon as Pendragon appeared on the stage, cheers filled the coliseum. “Kill him, kill him.” Pendragon roared and his energy surged. He turned into a ferocious dragon and pounced on Philip with a roar as energy fluctuations appeared around him. The coliseum shook under Pendragon's feet. Philip snorted coldly and energy surged in his hands. With every punch, the space began to fluctuate.

There are also other noble creatures beyond anything I have ever seen. Moon Glow Dragons are exceptionally rare outside of Elfholm. They are descended from the original pair and earlier mating that produced an unusual clutch. In a way you could say they are the big brothers and sisters of all dragonkind. They chose to live away from the rest of us, possibly because their differences are so stark.

he asked, and I looked at Wyatt and Fermin. "What?" I mumbled, "It is kind of recent, but in the northern part, the rulers are the Pendragon and the Southern are the Dragnoirs... but in reality, the Pendragon princess is mated to the Dragnoir king," he explained the little political change that no one in our realm took notice but here was a fucking big deal. "I have no fucking idea..." I sighed, and he chuckled. "Don't worry... a Lycan among dragons is not hard to hide... if she is here, we will find her," he said, and I took a deep breath.