Satou Pendragon Novels & Stories

“Good morning” I turn my head to see who is coming. There’s Arthur with his grey hoodie, I can see he is wearing a white t-shirt inside. “Morning” I look at him suspiciously. “What’s bring you here?” I added. Arthur laughs and sits in the visitor chair, he probably knows that I will ask this as he always visits me at noon, yeah he doesn’t like to wake up in the morning. What a lazy ass! “Nope, I just missed you”

Dagon landed on Johan’s head. “Welcome back,” said Dorin. Azra blinked at him with her pale pink eyes. “So, this is the dragon...” Margarette marvelled. To her surprise, Dagon hopped down from Johan’s head and landed on her shoulder. He stretched his wings and shook himself, knocking off her cap. Long, fiery red hair fell down her shoulders. “Ah, I didn’t get to pin my hair properly this morning...” Mar tried to fix her hair, but Dagon kept clawing at it.

Ferguson's eyebrows knotted as his eyes squinted. “I didn't mean to raise my voice at you my Lord,” she said, making a little bow. “It's just… You always work your ass off looking after this pack might not have the time to show me the place because of your busy schedule. That's why I want us to finish up today,” her hands caressed his stubble. “I can never be too busy for my Luna,” he pulled her close. “You know this.” He planted a kiss on her forehead. The chains clanged as Ferguson opened the door to the sacrarium. He walked to one end of the wall. A sword hung there. The handle was shaped like a dragon. The blade was slim and its tip glimmered. He ran his hand over it.

A vision shatters over us— --- Scene One: The Birth of the Wyrm A woman in silver robes kneels in a room of starlight and bone. Her eyes blaze with flame. Her belly's round and hard. A voice speaks from the walls themselves. > "One shall bear the beast, and in bearing, bind it. Her blood will not be mortal. Her fire, not hers alone." I take a gasping breath. "That's her," Ingrid whispers close beside me. "Your mother." The woman—my mother—cries out. Not in agony, but power. A shadow of a dragon bursts from her chest and wraps around her as a shield. Not born. Bound.

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…"

which means I'm Satan. The prince of the rouges was trembling. He was stepping back while pointing his forefinger at him. He ordered the hunters to torture Drake and walked away. Drake's body was aching, gasping for air while the silver whip touched his back. He felt blood on it, but he was trying his strength to fight for it a little bit longer. "O-Once I'm out of these chains..." He said, panting. All of you will meet Satan." He warned.

He says gazing at me intensely. "What do you mean? Aren't you listening to me?" I ask him. "Trust me Morgana. Once you get your wolf, I'm the only one you'll be able to think about. This human boyfriend of yours won't even matter." He says firmly. "His name is Charles. Besides, we can always break the mate bond right?" I state "OUT OF THE QUESTION!" He says with a growl, his voice sounding authoritative and a shiver runs down my spine.

Easton began to laugh but Alexander was quick to slap that smug off his face. "Look I know it might be a useless assumption but..." "Yeah, I think I can understand your meaning but we wouldn't know until he wakes up." "What if he doesn't?" "Doesn't wake up, you mean?" "Yeah, East, I'm worried." "Don't be, he will." Easton reached for him, pulling him into his chest and giving him a reassuring hug. "He told me he is here to find some Soupearl or something." He muttered with his mouth pressed into Easton's shirt. "That a Merdragon who is an Elder told him that I would lead him to the person who holds the Soupearl of Atana." he finished.

AN HOUR AGO CHIEF Reginald, also known as Kadita, change her true form. She went to the warehouse where they left their skins with her sisters the last night, they changed form. Now, they are here again, gathered and hungry. Her sisters are not yet able to eat some meat. To rate their hunger, surely, they can eat a dozen of human’s flesh and drink its blood.

The young man who had once gripped his hand now placed both palms firmly upon his shoulders. “Zhangjian.” Li Min murmured. “Brother Li Min, Father… Mother…” the boy sobbed, his hands digging into the earth, his fragile frame weighed down by grief. Li Min pulled Xiu Zhangjian into a fierce embrace. His teeth ground together as his gaze locked upon the burning ruins of Boushan. In his heart, he swore, “You have made a grave mistake, leaving the true heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword alive. Mark my words, your time will come. We will rise, and we will have our vengeance.”