Satou Pendragon Novels & Stories

Teddy says, grabbing the gold book, The Dragon Keeper. “Is that like the Hunter Book?” I ask, looking over his shoulder. “Yeah,” Teddy reads closely. “Zenith.” “As in Sedit, Sophie, and well, you?” I ask. “It’s an usual last name,” Teddy reads through. “He is Soriase’s husband, Hendrick.” “Soriase is your great-great-great something,” I tell him. Teddy is reading carefully. “That is why I can command him. Until his soul finds her, his descendants have command over him,” Teddy reads, then looks at me. “They were the first dragons.”

I swallowed, trying to calm my panicking and fear stricken mind, that's close to impossible. Sophia gave me an apologetic look, and smiled, “How can I leave you? I need to use the restroom, I'll be back. If you don't believe me, hold this.” She said, giving me a pendant, which was carved into a dragon, the tiny stones on it, shimmering under light. This might be expensive, with that i nodded and she left.

Silence… Red Dragon turned slowly, and I saw my father tremble as their eyes met. “I didn't ask if she's worthy. I asked, ‘Where is she?’” Everybody went mute, nobody dared cough, joy filled my heart as I watched my father panic. His gaze darted back and forth, I have never seen him this afraid. Then his gaze caught Sarah approaching from the stairs. “I’m sorry, my Lord. Octavia is not available. But I can show you to Sarah, my beloved daughter, instead.” I swallowed hard. Then Sarah stepped into the spotlight. The moment she got to the sitting room, all eyes fell on her. She knelt before the Red Dragon, covering up her pretense. A strange feeling held me down.

Before her mother died, she had always called it priceless and warned Daniela never to take it off. Closing her eyes for a moment, Daniela remembered her mother’s gentle voice. The memory settled her nerves and reminded her why she had fought so hard to reach this point. When she looked up again, her attention shifted to the platform above the arena. Her father sat there in his ceremonial robes, his posture perfectly straight and his face as unreadable as ever. Beside him sat Alpha Charles Pendragon, a man whose reputation reached far beyond the Eastern Territories. Packs had fallen before him, and the Alphas who challenged him were rarely seen again.

It made me want him all the more. I hooked my fingers into the silver chain that he wore around his throat. No longer did he wear a binding symbol. Now it was just a simple charm. The side profile of a dragon on a silver pendant. The eye, a glittering ruby that matched Amelia’s eyes when she shifted.

Anna admitted as she stepped out of his hug. “So? Would you like to accept it, my dear wife?” Alex teased, pinching her cheek when she still hadn't answered. “Yeees! I will!” She pouted. Anna immediately walked away until she was standing at the same distance she had used while sparring with Diego. “Reaaady... Start!” Julie announced once more. Gold magic energy surrounding Alex's body. Moments later, everyone was amazed when a magnificent two-headed gold dragon appeared in front of them.

Clara was tensed whenever Abby came to her sight line. Abby's confused eyes fell on her right hand fingers, thinking, "What is he? A Demon? What creature is he?" "Dragon!" Sunny exclaimed, looking at Abby's ring. "What? Dragon?" Abby scattered confliction. "That is! Your ring has a dragon logo on it." Sunny dictated, pointing out Abby's ring. Abby's knowledgeable side of the brain concluded with little hesitation, "Is he a dragon?" "Who?" Sunny gave a blank look. Abby spilled an embarrassing smile and shook her head, saying, "Nothing."

Her eyes never left her husband who was leaning against his chair. “We've ruled this kingdom for nine hundred years before Vincent's father took over. And now, his son." Mr Gael started. He pushed to rest his face on his right hand with a long sigh. " I've never set my eyes on a dragon this huge Roseline. That dragon isn't a shifter. It's what we have been looking for for the past generations,” he concluded. Roseline dropped the teacup on the well polished jade tray and raised her head to meet his eyes. "What are you trying to suggest? Coincidence happen–”

At some point, they had even joined me. Later in the evening, Orien came to pick me up. During the ride home we had a chit-chat. I learned that he wasn't just Head of Knights, he was Gawain's childhood and best friend. He told me about Gawain's childhood. Prince Dameon had been brought up from birth as the heir to the throne. Being trained as well. Gawain never had interest in those things. He'd stuck to books and the first time he had been forced to wield a sword, he'd cut himself. According to Orien, Gawain had frozen on seeing his own blood. Thereafter, he began shaking. Gawain dreaded the sight of blood. It had also taken him a long time before he could go near knives or scissors or even

she whispered and ducked into another tent. “Your girlfriend?” he asked me. “My sister.” Sorin led me past the cabins and into a grand tent that stood a few yards away from everything else. Inside was a large table with around twenty chairs, maps of the surrounding areas and two workers who stood ready for his orders. “Leave us and you can take a seat.” He chose a seat opposite of where I sat down and waited for the two workers to leave the tent. “I see from your paperwork that you have no rank and no lair. How is that possible when your dragon is so rare that most people have never seen one.”