Pendragon Uther Novels & Stories

They were a beautiful smokey grey but his pupils were reptilian. I smiled as I settled into bed, then held out my hand to the man, unafraid, “Hello. I’m Isaac’s mate and Luna, Zariah.” The man smiled as he shook my hand, “Hello, I’m Uther, King of Dragons. Winnie told me about what happened to you, and I wanted to extend an offer for an alliance with you. Alpha Damien and Luna Abby highly recommended it.” I smiled, “I love them to pieces. It also helps that Abby is Isaac’s cousin. I would be all for it if my mate is.” Isaac chuckled, “I am so sorry for not introducing you. Zariah just started introducing herself before my brain kicked in.”

I had to stand to even open the large cover of the book when I opened it more beautiful letters appeared to be writing by themselves right before my eyes "The complete collection of all Pendragon lineage" My eyes went wide as I felt the pages were warm to my touch all of the words in this book were about dragons, Not just any dragons every single dragon the protectors of Magic essence. Each Dragon had their own page with specific information about them, Along with a family tree. There was a whole section explaining what Aurora Dragons were and another entire section on Stygian Dragons. Azar Pendragon was the first male dragon and he had a son named Devlin but what caught my attention the mos

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.

“Know this, all: Pendragon stands at the corner of becoming. The Painter walks unseen. The betrayer moves in shadow. And, the Eldereth… the Eldereth will shape the outcome or be consumed by it.” *****************************TO BE CONTINUED🎀✨️

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?"

Arden asked with his hands in the air. I turned back to Uther only to see his eyes widen with greed and excitement. "Yes! The Moon crest! Give it to me!" He roared. "Step away from my brother first and drop the sword!" Arden ordered. Uther chuckled. "Fine, I won't kill him but you have to give me the Moon crest first," he negotiated.

said Edmund in draconic language. “I, Edmund, son of the red dragon, the firestarter, the destroyer. I granted permission for Draco, son of Zergenth, protector of the sky, the last prince dragon of its kind, to get full access to Jergintarth's memory. May the holy mighty dragon's blessing upon you.” Edmund's body floated in the air, and his chest gave off a very bright red light. The light that shot out from his chest then turned into a bright red ball.

“The serpent blood dust has been affected by the pearl already.” Thorn nodded with great relief. Ula didn’t lie to him—the pearl was actually working. But he wondered about the other parts of their conversation, the part about the Mother Dragon bestowing a mark on dragons. He remembered the place she mentioned, called Slathar. He’d seemingly heard of it before, but couldn’t recall where. However, he was sure of one thing: the dragons had long conquered the land beyond the Parching Desert, and this place didn’t exist on the map of the kingdom. Leila’s stone was now peacefully hanging around her neck again. It shimmered enigmatically under the fluttering candlelight. With June back, he decided

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I hissed, my fists tightening. “It’s worse than that,” Lotanni added, her voice dropping further. “Petrusia is the thirteenth princess of the werewolf territory, Króna. The guards are here to protect her, not us.” My insides boiled. Petrusia, with her perfect silver hair and smug smile, lounged at the table like this was all a game. Was this what power meant to her? To laugh while others suffered?