Uther Pendragon Novels & Stories

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

Then suddenly, a blast of horn cut through the crowd, instantly silencing the noise. "All rise for His Supreme Majesty, King Xerxes and Her Majesty, Queen Valera!" Everyone immediately rose to their feet and bowed. I looked up, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who had sired the Commander. He looked nothing like Draven. They shared no resemblance whatsoever. King Xerxes was undeniably a good looking man, possessing the sharp bone structure common among high ranking dragons. Despite being centuries old, he still looked impossibly young like he was barely fifty.

He failed his people and now Yendy was playing tricks on him. He called a mere bird a peacock, 'Their mate'. Xendy felt sad at the turn of events. How can a bird be his Luna? How could this bird be their partner for life and soulmate? How can this bird that is not human or werewolf or any other supernatural being complete them and make them whole again? Bring their life back from the crutches of death that are now swallowing them bit by bit completely. His ending was becoming too tragic, even for him. He knew his time was up and he had come to terms that it was all over, especially when his mind-link stopped working on his way to Zanzibar.

However, even if he didn't have access to all his powers yet because his body was too young to support such power, his mind was fully awake and he had even inherited the memory of his previous lives which was an undeniable asset. Two years ago his Prophets had finally tracked down the golden dragon, his sworn enemy, but they had only been able to locate the world he was currently in because a mysterious force was clouding their powers. With the knowledge of his past lives he had deduced that the birthmark of the dragons must have appeared on his wrist when he turned 18, and that was why the Prophets had been able to locate him.

At her hip, an empty scabbard. The Lady of the Lake. And to her left, the proud man, refusing to show his fear, has a soul that is even more regal. On his chest is a royal crest, one that would later be adopted by his son--the Pendragon. He is Uther Pendragon. King Arthur's father. As I watch them both hanging there, looking at one another in longing, enduring their torture with grace, I can tell immediately who these two mortals are in this life.

Reginald Morel. “It’s okay, Patrice,” Prof. Althea assured him. “He’s in good hands.” “A-are you sure, Prof. Althea?” Johan called from the group next to theirs. It looks as if he’s ready to run towards his friend Dorin. “Yes. The high oracle, Pan Phineas, was once a Heilig prince,” she explained. He is a descendant of the thunder gods, and is the only person in the whole empire who could teach Dorin to control his inborn powers.”

she asked, not wanting to believe it was possible, but she didn’t see any alternative either, what with the dragon being gone and having not taken off from the mountain behind him. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” he said, folding his arms across his muscular chest again. “I’m Slate Everclaw. I come from a long line of shifter dragons. We used to occupy the land where your kingdom and the other eleven are now located, before we were robbed of our most precious treasure, one that allowed my people to withstand the human threats that were slowly encroaching on our lands. Without the gem, my kind cannot transform without the moon in the sky. So… we were forced to take to the mountains. We

Li Min’s gaze grew distant, lost in memory. “Father…” Zhangjian whispered. His heart ached. Not even his own father had spoken a word of this. No, Xiu Jian had concealed the truth not only from his son, but from everyone. Only to Brother Li Min had he entrusted this secret. “As written in the letter, Zhangjian should have learned of his fate upon turning twenty. But… with things as they are, I have no choice but to reveal it sooner,” Li Min confessed weakly. “An Heir must possess both formidable strength and profound inner force to wield the Sacred Dragon Sword. Otherwise, the Heir’s body will collapse beneath its power. Once the blade is unsheathed, its seal shatters. With Zhangjian’s curre

The world seemed to slow around Rex as he absorbed the crazak queen's words. The godking continued his transformation at the center of the ritual circle, void energy crackling around him like black lightning. The tear in reality pulsed ominously overhead, its edges fraying as the ritual's purpose shifted from convergence to pure destruction. "The dragon bond must become a conduit," Queen Ullysarius explained, her multifaceted eyes reflecting the chaos surrounding them. "You must channel the void energy through yourself and into your bracelet, where your dragon can contain and neutralize it."

he asked, and I looked at Wyatt and Fermin. "What?" I mumbled, "It is kind of recent, but in the northern part, the rulers are the Pendragon and the Southern are the Dragnoirs... but in reality, the Pendragon princess is mated to the Dragnoir king," he explained the little political change that no one in our realm took notice but here was a fucking big deal. "I have no fucking idea..." I sighed, and he chuckled. "Don't worry... a Lycan among dragons is not hard to hide... if she is here, we will find her," he said, and I took a deep breath.