White Dragon Duke: Pendragon Novels & Stories

Gronta sassily answered. “She is Lord Dvur’s assistant, you know?” Guinevere replied in the same way. Gronta shook and held his breath. “L-Lord Dvur?! I haven’t heard of it!” “Of course you haven’t. If you were born at least 700 years ago, you would’ve. In the creation of the Dragoknight that is within our possession, Lord Dvur exchanged his life for the perfection of such a weapon. After that, no one has ever stepped into his chamber, until now.” Guinevere turned her body to face the group of convicts. “I honestly never thought that you’d leave your master’s chamber. What made you change your mind?”

Blake asked. “She’s the legendary white dragon descendent,” Drake said. “Only the white dragon is inherently graced with a beauty unparallel to all others.” “I shall accompany her to the Southern Province; there, we will seek out a pregnant dragon so you may be reincarnated,” Blake revealed his intentions and slept for the night.

question Duke Leopard. “Is this really just a normal beast?” asked Duke Slow. Eric’s eyes widen at the presentation of Ruby’s true dragon form. His blue dragon also pushed forth to greet the mighty dragon. Without hesitation he let out his blue dragon. When the three prince saw Eric releasing his dragon, they too set loose their spiritual power. In the crowd the three blue dragons roar in meeting Ruby’s celestial white dragon. “ROOOOOOAAAARRRR!” cried the Celestial White Dragon. Soon the palace was filled with the cries of dragons.

Yet, they were influenced by the bad. That’s why the elders and their bloodlines were completely looked down on. Pendragon was a good example of this. Tyr shook his head and said, “I am no kid of some elder. However, not too long ago, I did do something. I killed Andusk Dragoon’s son—Pendragon.” “What, Andusk’s son was killed by you?!” Zillion’s and Pawn’s eyes widened. Pendragon being murdered was a big incident in the headquarters of Six Doors, the news had traveled all the way to Zillion and the rest in the north.

Dragons. Not the gentle, myth-bound creatures she had read about in the hidden library of her childhood, but beasts forged in flame and shadow, chained by oaths older than any crown. Their roars shattered stone, their firestorms turned fields into glass. And at their center, gliding as if he ruled the storm, was Thalric Veynor. The duke had broken his final mask. No longer the scheming noble with whispered threats, he was commander of a dragon host, his armor gleaming blood-red in the inferno.

"Who cares about him. He might be the king's favourite and gain special favours from the king but he's different from prince Dracula, far, far different." "I heard that he's at the silver body level two. How did he got to that level? and,.. he also hides his sash." "Shh, come closer, let me tell you something. We might be from the Dragon Kingdom, still, I know all what is happening in the vampire kingdom. I heard that Prince Arthur is a Pendragon. He kills dragon to evolve, that's why he got to that level. He's a cruel blood vampire. Haven't you wondered why all dragon prisoners are sent to be judged in the Vampire kingdom. They all get killed by Prince Arthur." The first man replied.

Their stance defensive, their hearts set on protecting their baby brother. “When it comes to the matter of fated mates, it’s safe to say his mine.” Brandon interjected before another conversation passed through him. “What does that mean?” “I Lord Donald the second, leader of the North and South Sectors of the dragons clans. Lord of Sanctuary Clan, have marked my mate. At this moment my dragon’s breaths is in sync with his heartbeat.” He pronounced. Not leaving a gap for discussion and entered the building sensing his return like an intuition. Stepping out of the hard metal, his leather jacket disguising his soft and sensitive nature.

"Even... you don't have a chance against a Duke. Their strength is out of this world, but I'll show you an example." Breathing slowly as if about to divulge some top-secret information, she took a deep breath. "So far in the history of mankind, only three times have people on the surface faced dragons, and only one dragon has been slain. It was a Duke that killed the dragon. His family, the Greens, are one of those with bloodline skills. It is an art very powerful enough to separate the powerful families from the weak ones in the empire, an art strong enough for someone to reach the level of a Duke. There was only one person who could possess it in the family, and Evans Green is the only one

she said and a tiny dragon of fire appeared in her palm, Danté sat there like a kid watching new toys, the two little dragons so life-like if one wasn't burning and one clearly made of ice and water, he would have been fooled. "Drakania is basically a female dragon, many years ago wizards teamed up with knights and taught them this magic, with the exception that the chant starts either with her speaking Drakania, or him speaking Drakkon, the most famous of them was Merlin" Amber said. "So he wasn't just some foney?" "No, Merlin was just as much a part of the round table as the knights were" she said sitting back again. "Very well" Danté said and Alister continued.

"I want you to tell me the story of the dragons again. I know it's a legend now, but I like to call it a story." I see her smiling. "It has been years since you asked me for it," she states. "I thought I grew up enough for stories." "And now what has changed?" "I have started to forget it, and I want to refresh it in my memory again. There is a point that I have entirely forgotten, and I want to recover it ". "Fine then. Here it comes. Many years ago, dragons discovered the supreme good that the Earth could offer to any of its creatures. A red gem, which the king of dragons named "The Heart of Magic" because of its shape, resembled a heart.