Novel & Cerita White Dragon Duke: Pendragon

"It has killed, spilled blood, everywhere." "The Dragon Stone is a powerful object, it is generally believed to be the remains of the dead dragons, after they've all been wiped out-" "But one remains." Another voice cuts in. "Pendragon is dead." "No no, Kerik, she lives. Just like Tara." "Tara, how do you know her?"

“What do you mean though?” “Right before the war started the queen gave birth to three hatchlings. Everyone thought that the hatchlings died with their mother. When the war ended, I still felt the black dragon’s essence somewhere on earth. I had one of my servants go and search for the hatchlings intending to eliminate them. But when he finally found them they were living amongst humans, they were being raised as humans. They didn’t show the signs of the Black Dragons’ evil essence, in fact they were quite normal. I couldn’t bring myself to have them killed, so I had my servants find a witch to bind their dragon essence. I figure they would never have become evil if the only dragons alive we

I muttered. As the news spread throughout the dragon clan, whispers and murmurs filled the air. Some were in awe of Drogo's unexpected allegiance to Freya, while others expressed doubt and skepticism. Questions swirled in my mind, and I knew I needed to confront Drogo and seek answers. She was the only one who could give me a comforting answer filled with nothing but the Truth. Dragons aren't just flying beings, they are magical creatures who foresee the future and they never lie. They would always stand on the truth.

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

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."

Dragons are powerful and magical flying reptile monsters but even they fight in broods, they can't outnumber the human species because of the unlimited power unleashed by the said Heart of Magic. Almost millions of dragons during the war died under the supervision of King Tharks of the Oregon Kingdom until only one baby dragon got survived. He was kept under the unmatched eggs made of a silver medal. He was the last prince of the Dragonese Kingdom, Danym. His parents take him into the wilderness and were buried under the muddy ground until he came out by himself after he heard the chirping of birds in the sky. He roamed his eyes around him and it was like he was lost in the middle of nowhere

Jennifer said while Zac grunted in agreement. How come they couldn’t hear his voice? How come it was only her? The dragon slowly transformed into a bulkier man with long shaggy hair that reached his waist. He was tan and his clothes were almost like ancient robes when Demetrius celebrates it festivals. “The dragons have felt Elijah Trueblade’s power. He must have been somewhere around here. But here I am, meeting his aide… and his lover that should have died a long time ago.” Her three companions turned to her in shock. Sophia swallowed as she stepped forward.

Aqua’s POV I knew little about mates and what I did know was something about the moon goddess. I also knew that shifters had mates, werewolves, and dragon shifters both. Was this what it was or was I being delusional? Was I a dragon prince’s mate? “Aqua,” Cade whispered to bring me back to reality. I snapped out of my delusion and walked with Cade to everyone else. “Your majesties,” he bowed after greeting them, “this is my long-lost sister Aqua.” I wouldn’t call myself long lost, considering I was abandoned and found easily.

“Not an earth dragon. It must have been his seed that took root.” “Perhaps,” the King’s eyebrow twitched, as he continued to look at my egg instead of at me. “Except that King Segundus was a drake of mixed royal heritage, not a pure air dragon. He was the son of Maximus, and one of the palace maids. Physically, he mostly took after his mother, although underneath the surface, there was more than enough to connect him to the blood king. You see, the Majere bloodline carries a certain…madness. Especially the bastards. It’s one of the reasons you were matched with Primus, instead of Segundus. His bloodline was more pure–his celestial blood balances his…darker inclinations.”

The dark wings shook in fright. "We have to ask; we have to find her. The Duke is furious." My head tilted, my braids swayed to the left of my head when I approached. They both kneeled my mouth now in a thin line. "Please, don't hurt us," one shook. "We are looking for a girl, purple gown. It is the Duke's, future mate." My dragon didn't like it; he growled out of my mouth. The wind churned the leaves around them, knocking them over on their asses while my dragon snarled once more. Smoke infiltrated their lungs. "Leave," he spoke. "Come again, and you'll be minced meat." Smells of urine wafted in the air, both grabbing hold of each other like hatchlings in a storm. Smoke escaped from my nost