White Dragon Duke: Pendragon Novels & Stories

A step back and to the side, I stay quiet, fingers interlaced, eyes on what unfolds. “I am Noah Wingknight,” he says, his voice carrying easily in the crisp air. “This is my wife, Paige. By the King’s decree, we are your Duke and Duchess. We’re here to stay.” Silence. Then a broad-shouldered man with a thick, red beard steps forward. “We’ve had dukes before, Wingknight. They stay a season, take what they can, and leave us to the winter. What makes you different?” Noah meets the man’s gaze without flinching. “I am not here by choice, but by decree. This is not a stepping stone for me. It is my home. And I do not take from my home. I protect it.”

His jaw was clenched as he turned away from me and Sin stepped forward, lacing his fingers with mine. “It’ll be okay.” “You can’t promise me that.” I said, blinking my eyes to hold back the tears. Tears weren’t what was needed, I needed to be strong for my mates. For our flock. We followed Marcus into the living room, Louis was already there with two dragons that fit comfortably into the living room. It was strange to see him talking with two enormous fairytale creatures the way he was. His words were low and I couldn’t hear them. The large dark green almost black one dipped its head to him, its corn-flower blue eyes sparkled. It’s body bunched down before it launched itself into the sky, I

“Master, what would you like us to do? You need only whisper your command, and we will follow.” Evrah grabbed the wood harder, her gaze darting quickly from left to right, trying to get a closer look. She spotted a big shimmering black dragon that seemed to be looking right at her. The big eye blinked, its big frame fidgeting a bit. A huge black and silver mass of scales and muscles sat directly across from her, its ginormous purple eyes had her dead to rites, and they both knew it. “Please don't give me way,” she whispered, shaking from fear. She cursed that her curiosity had gotten her noticed. The dragon blinked a final time and averted its eyes somewhere else as if it had heard her whisp

It can be used to destroy as its power is limitless. The last dragon was in love with a Lycan called Starci. My mother didn’t like her and sensed evil in her. So to save her friend, she told Vilkas that he was being deceived by her, but he didn’t listen. Vilkas left the kingdom after arguing with my mother and followed Starci blindly, believing that they were fated to each other. But they weren’t.

“This giant dragon is the only thing anyone is talking about. There have been refugees filtering in all morning from the west, each with a terrifying account of barely escaping his blaze of fury when their town was destroyed. There are so many first-hand accounts that there would be no way to silence them all. Quite a few people are coming from the front insisting this monster drake is Prince Primus himself, risen from the ashes, back from the land of the dead to reclaim his place as king." The room grows very silent as I stand there, staring at this drake and considering my options. When he realizes that one of those options might be killing everyone within the castle walls to keep the sec

"She's a Witch!" The moment the gem slipped from my grasp, a sudden void consumed me, the magic dissipating with my relinquished hold. Stepping back from the booth, a profound stillness cloaked me as I observed the crowd converging. Panic etched itself onto the faces of men, women, and children alike. The murmurs of discontent swelled into an angry chorus, echoing through the air. In the distance, the clamor of approaching soldiers added urgency to the unfolding scene. A ripple of anxiety coursed through me as I trembled, gazing one final time at the old woman. "You glowed," she whispered. A mirror hung on a twisted post, and my reflection revealed tendrils of cerulean sparks dancing on my i

There was a sickening sound of bones cracking as she crumpled to the floor, blood streaming from her nose. "Mama!" I dropped to my knees beside her motionless form. "How touching.” The voice was sharp and dripping with sarcasm. I looked up to see its owner. Lord Edric, Regent of the town after the duke and duchess’ deaths. He was also the present Duke's uncle, the monster that fed on blood. He stepped in with a frown on his face and stared down at Mama and me in disdain. Our eyes met, and his narrowed as he searched my face.

Taking a deep breath, I gazed at the ground, worry lines sewed onto my face. "Ramon, this is not the only thing that plagues your heart." Mother's soothing voice made me look up. "No, it is not," I said. "What is it?" Father said "It is the pyramid of Goras." The two dragons shared a gaze and then looked on to me. "I believe you are well aware of it," I said. "Yes," Father said. "The location of a war made by the stars to determine the sole dominant dragon race that would rule for all time."

Solomon POV The journey to my brother’s realm was short, but the apprehension I felt was a never-ending feeling. I was worried. Things in the realm were changing. I was worried about First Dragon and his children. Soon, he would find out our biggest secret, one we hid from him to save him. I did not know how he would react and what that would entail. My thoughts went to my great granddaughter, Dragana, the Tribrid, who somehow found herself in the center of all this mess, through no fault of her own. So many think that having magic and power is the solution to life’s problems. How wrong they were, I mused to myself.

Yes, crazy. With a deafening roar, Kendra fully shifted into her massive brown dragon form, her wings spanning wide and her scales gleaming in the soft evening light. The night was quickly forming. It reminded me of that short flash of scenes I had seen of Azura when I touched the dagger Mateo gave me.