Satou Pendragon Novels & Stories

he muttered. Mason and Dale chuckled, but Drake was distracted. He was looking at the picture of the Dragon Relic, which was hung in the hallway. Dillon noticed what caught Drake's attention. "It's the picture of the Dragon Relic. My forefathers gathered that picture to take it away from the dragons. And every one of us knows how it ended" Dillon said. The Dragon Relic is something that looks like a huge glowing ball attached to an iron holder, which has one side look like an open palm, inside which is the ball placed.

the chamber. As Atlas entered the chamber he noticed that the walls simmered a vibrant shade of silver. As he looked around, he saw what looked to be an altar. The altar was under a hole in the roof of the cave which allowed the moon's light to beam in and shine down on the altar, making it glow the color of the moon. The dragon cleared his throat, making Atlas jump out of his gaze from the alter. When he asked, "Why did you bring me here?" he looked at him back at the altar and then back at Atlas before replying. "If you must know, then listen to what I have to say and don't lose your temper. Promise me that, and I will tell you why you are here." Atlas looked at the dragon with a question

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

My gaze drifts toward the distant valley where the first faint glimmers of dragonfire appear against the night sky. They are close now. Very close. I imagine her among them. Seraphina. I remember the first time I heard whispers of her. The Madrigal girl who survived the tunnels. The girl who played music that could pull dragons from the sky. The girl Aurelion claimed as his mate. My fingers curl slowly into fists. She should have been mine. Not his. Never his. I could have taught her what that power truly meant. Could have guided it. Shaped it.

he repeated firmly, the deep echo of his voice reverberating through the room. “And no one questions what I claim.” My heart dropped, and my stomach churned with something unfathomable. I could feel the sound of my own heart shattering in my own ears. “Then it is settled,” an elder said, jolting me from my reverie. And just like that, I'd been claimed by a man who'd never shown me his face–Prince Darion. …

Silent steps on the grass. "I am Átila. This is Kuzey. We are the Twin Dragons, ancient guardians of this land." Irmak couldn't look away. Between their legs, semi-erect penises swung heavily. Thick. Veins pulsing visibly under the thin skin. Broad, pink heads glistening slightly with moisture. She had never seen men so perfect. So rawly powerful. Their scent invaded the clearing. Burnt wood. Dark spices. Something animal. Wild. Masculine.

Her dragon, Tyffyn, dives underneath her, catching her easily before lifting up in the sky. I hear Bynjym rumbling unhappily. Tyffyn and Soma are our most recently bonded pair. They need more training. Soma can’t fall off her dragon like that. Our focus needs to be proteicting Ylys and finding the egg. I nock another arrow and let it fly, just as Bynjym turns another corner. “BYNJYM!” I yell, watching as the harpoon turns toward Ylys.

There are too many new people coming around her all of a sudden. I turn back to the books I have sprawled out all over my desk. I have been researching more about the silver dragons and Ryuu. I hoping to find any clues that can help us determine whether Davina really is the reincarnation. If she is we will have no idea what to expect or if there will be any powers we are not aware of she will possess. The head warlock, Dimitri, is also scouring his books for information.

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.

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?"