Satou Pendragon Novels & Stories

The leader of the Village, known as Trenton, stepped forward as his gaze narrowed on Cyran and Kellan. “I don’t think we properly introduced ourselves the last time I was here. My name is Azura Chasm, I am mated to Cyran Chasm and the Keeper of the Dragon Stone. They are here because we need your help.” All eyes moved from Kellan in his Dragon form and Cyran as they landed on me with surprise. Feeling awkward, I shifted from one foot to the other. While also feeling as if I was experiencing every high schooler’s nightmare, standing in front of class naked.

He said with a reddened face, “Let me go… you… let me go. “Do you know who I am? “I am Six…” Before Pendragon could even finish his sentence, Tyr interrupted him, “I do not care who you are. The Perez family has been annihilated. You’re next.” Tyr then flung Pendragon to the floor hard. A loud bang followed by the floor cracking, making a dent. Tyr cracked Pendragon’s backbones, and he lay on the ground screaming painfully. “Tyr Summers, f*ck you. You will regret this. You will definitely regret this.

The dragon whined unhappily, struggling around in her arms to get away. Ongoing theme of her life. She had to tighten her grip to keep the creature from chewing on the gaudy bronze plates that were strapped on its back. "Just for a few minutes." The dragon rider tried to soothe him, scratching under the clunky headpiece that had been custom forged just for the dragon. "Please just hang on for a while until I manage to prove my dear father wrong, and I'll take these stupid things off you."

"I don't believe it. You truly have no idea what you are." "And what's that supposed to mean?" Satake growled, slumping on the floor. "What am I?" David's guts clenched, he showed Satake his palm which the rune had burned through. It itched as he closed the distance between them. The buzz got warm. Like it was warning David to steer clear but the primordial magic coursing his veins urged him second despite his reflexes warning him of the scalding pain. A shriek hung on the crevices of David's throat once he covered the space between them. Through Satake's irises, David could see his hand glow a bright red, vaguely making the insignia of a spider. A blue aura slowly whizzed out of Satake like

Yet, she felt a sense of accomplishment and pride in overcoming the first trial. As the smoke cleared, Sable turned her attention back to the pedestal where the luminous orb sat. To her surprise, it had transformed into a beautiful pendant, pulsating with a soft, ethereal light. Sable approached it, her heart filled with wonder and curiosity. She reached out and gently plucked the pendant from its resting place, feeling a surge of warmth spread through her hand as she did so. The moment the pendant touched her fur, a rush of energy coursed through Sable's body, illuminating her entire being. She felt the power of the crystal of eternity intertwine with her essence, empowering her on a level

You could tell how big their dragon form was from that. He had glittering, golden eyes and glistening white teeth. There was a golden glow to his hair and a firm, muscular frame. I’d never seen anyone who looked like that before. It was mesmerizing to watch the light of the fire play over him. “Pendragon, I hope you’re well. I’ve come to join the fight.” I told him as I stood. “We appreciate it. You’re the first to arrive. Grab your things and follow me. I’ll take you home. Maddie made an odd request for you.”

- They nodded. "Good! Then I'll tell you a bit more about them." - He smiled at them, but unknown for everyone he was analyzing them quite meticulously. "There are 4 'Holy Swords' that were created by my father. Among them Caliburn is with Arthur Pendragon, a sword so powerful it's capable of breaking space, due to that same trait its the sharpest, and strongest." - He started to explain. "Durandal, is a sword that is the embodiment of power and destruction. It's said that the sword at its max is capable of cutting any defense. The current wielder is Xenovia." - At the mention of that name, everyone was surprised.

As the sun climbed steadily across the sky, the spires of Asterin’s royal palace finally came into view, glittering like a crown upon the cliffs that overlooked the emerald forests and silver rivers below. The three riders guided their dragons into a smooth descent, the massive wings stirring the morning mist into dancing swirls above the palace gardens. With a final beat of powerful wings, Aragon, Onyx, and Sapphire touched down gracefully just beyond the palace gates.

For miles you could see castles, one that looked like the Light Kingdom in the distance, the darker area to the south, and many forests and birds flying in the air. “They explained to me a land such as this, the fairytales that were true, about gods and soulmates.” Dad waved his hand. The dragon dare say that I even had a mate, rare for a human, but that I had one! I wanted to go find her. It sounded too good to be true, but the dragon, known as Rozure, said it was not my time to have her. That my mate was no longer here in either realm. She had passed away from a sickness. My mate, Sorin, had come to Rozure, her brother, in a dream, telling him the Fates would bring me here and was to give

He replied. “What is that supposed to mean?” I snapped, feeling defensive and angry towards this man. “Ever liked dragons?” He asked, completely ignoring my question. “What has my likings, anything to do with this?!” I raised my voice at the ignorance he gave me. “It has everything to do with it.” He retorted back. “Excuse me?” “You, little human, belong in my realm now. You’re my mate.” He told me, “I am Tristan Slade, Prince of the Dragons.”