Uther Pendragon Novels & Stories

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Morvath finally said, his voice hollow and grave: “Then we watch the shadows more carefully than the known world. Loyalty is measured not by word but by action. The Vault is not blind.” Seraphine, still trying to maintain her calm, inclined her head lightly, voice deliberate, even casual. “Let them test limits. Let them show their ambition or their ignorance. Whoever dared… their disgrace will be made manifest for now we need to focus on the prophecy” Elder Xyrael’s voice carried the finality of inevitability. “Know this, all: Pendragon stands at the corner of becoming. The Painter walks unseen. The betrayer moves in shadow. And, the Eldereth… the Eldereth will shape the outcome or be consum

Being a part of the resistance would make me feel useful, and might help me find my lost mate sooner. Another male voice began to speak. This one was lighter, silkier. It sang to me and made me feel a type of happiness I never had before. “I am Drayce, the Pendragon. Any who have the blood of dragons in them, who disagree with what has been done to supernaturals and our people, follow your heart to find me, be made whole, and fight.” My jaw dropped. There hadn’t been a dragon king in centuries. Most dragons were solitary and rarely had any reason to assemble.

Going through something like this at this age could leave a long-lasting trauma. "I… I'll do my best to forget," the young woman replied, nodding. She considered Logan for a bit, a little eagerly, and asked gingerly, "What's your name?" Logan flashed a smile. "Logan Pearce." "Logan Pearce," she reiterated under her breath as she printed it in her memories. She turned her reddened eyes to him and replied, "I'm Ada Pendragon." "Pendragon?" Logan parroted and smiled. "Now, that's an uncommon surname. It sounds very medieval. Swords and sorcery and all that. Does it really have anything to do with dragons?"

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

My best friend and I grew up in an orphanage. As university students, we worked in a hotel to earn money. What we didn't expect was to end up in a one-night stand with two of the city's most elite brothers. One was an award-winning movie star, and the other was a CEO renowned for his piety. They were possessive and controlling—completely unhinged. They were animals. Once again, I found myself in the arms of Zagreus Pendragon, known as "the Faithful", forced to remove my lingerie.

“I seek adventure and power to rule as the most powerful king of all just like King Oregon, but I have one little problem with your plan. The dragons of Lukedonia in the Dark Continent are known as ancient and the most powerful magical dragons. Some say they are the reason why magic exists in the world. You want us to steal the source of all magic from them. One elemental breath from their mouth can set ablaze an entire powerful human army. So how do you intend to get to their border with an army? I suppose you have a plan.” "Yes, your majesty, I do have a plan” the red-hooded man says mischievously. I have been hatching this plan for a very long time. I went to the borders of Lukedonia and

I quickly knocked him out with my gun. “Are you okay, Black Dragon?” I asked, using his alias to keep his real identity. “I’m okay.” He answered without mentioning my name. I guess I was right that the other man is inside. JD walked towards me as I hauled the unconscious man up. I dropped him on JD’s feet. “I will tie him up.” I said and proceeded to tie him. I saw the man’s face. It is Pegasus. After I finished, I approached JD who knocked the bleeding Bacchus out.

Mother's face reddened as she yelled. "The supposedly last female dragon was to come to our tribe that day to mate with another. It was to help produce a female, which your father and I were against from the beginning; it was all a farce. There never was a female dragon to give to Hildago. Once Adam broke the 'fake news' about a 'fake female dragon' being gifted to Hildago, he went berserk. Adam went as far as having spells planted on a smaller dragon tribe to go rogue, until they were wiped out by our tribe. Innocent dragons, Creed!" Mother pulled her hair.

As he exited Lord Henderson was waiting for him, giving him the position as leader of the Retributioner’s. Not a moment later every one was assembled in the courtyard anxiously waiting. Suddenly Israel appeared before them and began talking. “The man we are looking for goes by the name of X. He is average in size but has grey hair as well as eyes. He dresses as if he lived with our ancestors. There is a sapphire pendant that hangs from his neck. That pendant is made from the Eternal Depths Sapphire. He must be brought back at all cost. Lord Henderson will not tolerate any failure, neither will I!” Exclaimed Israel as looked at the warriors that stood before him. The men who stood before him