Satou Pendragon Novels & Stories

Then he contacts Minotaur. “Minotaur, is everything okay there?” Cupid asked. “Yes. I saw Bacchus and Pegasus enter the house. I’m just waiting for an opportunity to shoot Black Dragon. He got some young boys with him.” Minotaur answered. “Young boys? Who are those young boys?” Cupid curiously asked. “I don’t know. I need to go, I will contact you later.” Minotaur said and turn off his intercom. “Sometimes, Minotaur is a snob.” Atlas commented.

Platinum that fit her finger perfectly, with a one carat teal gemstone sitting atop. Tears spilled down her cheeks as Drago rose from his knees. He gently cupped the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep,passionate kiss.

I asked, feeling sorry for the young man or boy who’d been forced to do such terrible things. “I went to a fire mage, actually,” he said. “He bound my dragon.” Kieran gestured to the red tattoo peeking up over his shoulder. “He bound my dragon here, like this.” “That’s your dragon?!” I gasped. “All chained up?” “Yes,” he confirmed. “Do you mind if I ask you about… him?” I asked, nodding to the tattoo. “What’s his name?” “His name is Naeghiros,” he said, and then his voice dropped to a whisper. “Naeghiros is the name of the first and last dragon, the dragon charged with setting our world on fire.”

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

“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.

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…"

Pops handed over the knife when Troy held out his hand. "The craftsmanship is exquisite," Pops continued. "Not many in that time possessed skill required to make something like this." "Was this someone you knew?" Troy handed Pops back the blade. "There is one who could have made it, but he's long gone. Sharra put him to rest." I started at the sound of her name. "What's his name?" I asked. "Arthur Pendragon." Professor Pops took the short sword from Troy and placed it in the top drawer of his desk.

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.