Pendragon Uther Novels & Stories

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

When I see his face pale I know that he has found it. “The landing pad” I blink when I try to think of where that is. I have never seen it here before. Xander rises from his chair as he looks me in the eyes. “There is one in every clan here. They are all out in the open. We keep robes there and someone cleans each of the landing pads several times a day to prevent our dragons from touching anything. It's the only place cleared for us to take off in flight or to land. We use them everyday” he says immediately.

Dragomir was shocked, “What clues?” She handed him her pad, and he read through it. “I went to the library and I found out something, a human kingdom where dragons are welcomed…” “Deleria”, they said together. Her eyes widened. “Every dragon knows about Deleria, it is the first place rogue dragons seek refuge”, he explained, “However after the war, they were left in ruins. The other human kingdoms attacked them and took their possessions as spoils…” “What better place to safeguard a stone than amongst humans…”

“That’s partly what I wanted to add to the book. I didn’t remember until I saw it the other day.” I watch her flip through pages covered in drawings and diagrams. She pauses at a section in the middle of the book. “The red flame you saw, they call that the Phoenix. It’s the sign of a successful Awakening,” she says, pointing to a page filled with writing. “What’s an Awakening?” I ask. “It’s a very, very old war ritual. They used to use it on mortally wounded dragons, it heals them and brings them back physically stronger than before,” she says.

she pouted and tilted her head. “It’s probably not me as I don’t have such powers, I’m just an Imugi as you said that day, it’s the truth. The one you are talking about is the powers only a pure dragon who possesses the orb of yeouiju means a dragon pearl, possess such power. The snakes that have lived a thousand-year have a chance of becoming a dragon. Those large snakes are called Imugi. And that Imugi, I’m not a dragon.” He smiled bitterly as if he was trying to hide something behind his smile.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

I growl, annoyed at the fact Mallard left the door open and this idiot has now ruined my fantasy. “Your father wants to see you.” I nod, “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I watch as he bows before turning around, “And close the door on your way out.” The door closes and I exhale sharply- what now? I know my father is anxious about me being able to produce an heir, but I am doing everything in my power to make sure it happens by the deadline. By dragon law, I need to have one in the next five years if I want to continue my rule, if I do not produce one, my insane brother could try to claim the throne, and no one would want that.