Uther Pendragon Novels & Stories

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.

to an extent. Mother Nefertiti defeated the evil calamity known as Emperor Lahad Valdere the III, giving peace and protection to the citizens of Pereshwar… And it stops at that. Even the most authentic history books barely mention it. My hands clenched. Barely restrained curiosity echoed in my mind.

I was never registered with the Technicians Guild, never fully acknowledged as such by the Archon. But in my heart, from the moment I heard the truth, I couldn’t help what I had become. That knowledge, their knowledge, lived within me. “My granddaughter was taken into Segundus’ service,” he told me the morning we arrived. “My daughter, Zandra, had been my apprentice and served in the Technician stronghold beneath Crystal Lake. Her mother, my mate, had been an Air Dragon–a potential queen. We spawned 5 clutches, but only Zandra followed in my footsteps. She was gifted, unusually so, taking both my Sun dragon traits and the power of an Air dragon queen, making her a rare, true Phoenix Dragon.”

They rained Erthou, punches and kicks who was still on the ground. The earth below cracked and made a huge hole from the three kings continuous attacked. While they dragged Erthou deeply on the huge hole they made. With their last attack which was of their combined magical ability. A blinding light in a shaped of pegasus appeared. Its body ran with tremendous blue and red lightning. It was the supreme ultimate sacred combined magic. The Majoure Dauthi.

His cold baritone voice echoed in the room before the curtain behind him ruffled slightly. “My king, forgive me for being so bold enough to speak” Hearing this Uther waved his hand signalling the voice could speak. “It appears as if he’s becoming polite as of late, people are starting to comment on how gentleman like he is being-” a male voice commented behind Uther’s chair, hearing this Uther gritting his teeth slightly, silently agreed with the statement as this was not normal. “Weakness… will not be tolerated when it comes to a Pendragon. No matter what, the fact that he came here on their behalf is questionable. More questionable than when he was behaving like a fool over a peasant girl”

Wendy stated firmly, her eyes piercing as she spoke. “I have heard stories about King Uther's childhood, and how difficult it was for him to scale through the phase of transitioning. I also heard that he had a lot of help to get through that phase, and the help wasn't ordinary. Trust me, you need all the help you can get; otherwise, your son will perish. Your son is the spawn of King Uther, and he will bring forth a new world of powerful Lycans, a world that the world has never experienced before. I want to be part of that. I want to help your son grow,” Wendy explained to my mother.

A new dawn has arrived and in its wake, a new king is crowned. The proud Kingdom of Camelot had collapsed, the Knights of the Round Table had perished with it, and a new empire rose from its soils born from its people. The new empire is named Neo-Macedonia, ruled by Aurelius Parabellum II, grandson of Augustus Parabellum. Althreya Pendragon, the last queen of Camelot, and her most loyal knights fled from the ruins of Camelot and chose to live a simpler life in the northern region. She returned to the ancestral home of her mother in a small region called Colchester. Albeit being smaller and less grand than their former residence, Althreya and her knights led a life of hunting beasts and slayi

He applauded loudly making her jump and turn toward him then back away with shocked wide eyes, ‘Oh please don’t leave, that was very entertaining, I’ve never met a water nymph before especially one as pretty as you are.’ Juliette looked at him warily her back against the wall and he could have kicked himself for making such an inane overtly sexual comment he could see she it had set her on edge and she was ready to run, ‘I’m so sorry, how very rude of me. I am Viscount Tintagel, Luther Pendragon, at your service, little nymph and don’t be afraid of Midnight, my horse, he won’t hurt 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.

The gentleman takes a deep breath and exhales with a loud sigh, “Well, since you have this half-breed here, I guess I will help you out.” We looked at him confused, “How could you tell that she’s a half-breed?” Ares asked. “Because I am the infamous Draco Pendragon. I can spot a fae when I see one. Half-breed or not. She is fae and I am immune to the influence she was just attempting to use on me.”