Uther Pendragon Novels & Stories

She said and Azeph shook his head. “The first count Highzar was the son of one of the Pendragon dukes’s daughter. He made so many accomplishments in his position in the parliament and the military so the king rewarded him with the title of a count. Adjoining the Pendragon house.” He said. “I never knew that,” She said,

Jordan was left frozen in place, unable to react for a long time. "How dare you, Jordan? I haven't settled the score with you! Do you know who's the man you've been calling a loser over and over again? He's the Guardian Deity of Biskeland, the famous commander-in-chief of the Pendragon Warriors. He's the legendary King Pendragon That remark stunned Skylar and Jordan as they stood in place, feeling befuddled. Their minds went completely blank.

He stared at it for a long moment, then began to speak, his voice low and steady, like he was reciting a story he had carried for years. “Your great-grandfather, King Uther Blackthorn, was a powerful ruler. Strong. Respected. But he was also a man who fell in love with the wrong woman. Her name was Morgana. She was one of the most powerful white witches of her line. Their affair started in secret. Uther would sneak away from the palace to meet her in the woods. She would summon him with this very pendant — a crystal that glowed when she thought of him. They loved each other fiercely. But Uther was already married. His queen, Isolde, was a jealous and ambitious woman. When she discovered the

The little she-devil. Earlier you used hand signals to explain that you are a fool. You should practice them because you'll be needing them quite often. I need to spank that shapely bottom and teach her some manners. Then I read the next line, which changes everything. During my dreams, a woman on Pegasus tells me to jump from the ledge. My gaze lifts from the paper. Pepper stands there with her arms crossed tapping her foot. I remember Sarn telling me about the Goddess riding Pegasus when he went to his final claiming. He'd come to say goodbye before he gave up his dragon.

I hissed, my fists tightening. “It’s worse than that,” Lotanni added, her voice dropping further. “Petrusia is the thirteenth princess of the werewolf territory, Króna. The guards are here to protect her, not us.” My insides boiled. Petrusia, with her perfect silver hair and smug smile, lounged at the table like this was all a game. Was this what power meant to her? To laugh while others suffered?

Before he knew it, his knees betrayed him and he slumped on the cold ground. He gulped as he looked at the direction where the man was supposed to be. He didn’t even get his name. Whoever he was, he felt he was one of those he referred to as supernatural beings. He hoped once they had come across at the time he was musing about, all of those left mysteries would come to be realized. Putting his hands on his hair, he let out a deep breath. “Who the hell are you?”

In fact, majority of the people had chosen to forget that there was a thirteenth noble house ruled by the Whitby's. All they knew about him was that he had become a religious fanatic who ran a gathering of people who believed in Dragons and the Vita Navitas. "Silver Falcon!" Rhaegal, the head of the bandits called out to him after watching him approach his tent for a while and he turned slowly. The Head of the bandits, Rhaeghal, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he had heard about the Silver Falcon, but never met the man in person. All the business they did together was always conducted by a middleman of the sorts. He had believed it was so because Silver Falcon was probably too old to stan