Novel & Cerita For The King 2 Scarecrow

“He already took my life once. But that still wasn’t enough. He wants me completely gone. But I’m not giving up that easily. I’ll take back what’s mine, what my father worked hard for..” “Wait, wait…” I raised a hand to stop him. “Throne? You’re a king? King of what? Are you drunk or just insane?” This was too much. I can't deal with crazy things right now. He stood up slowly. And then his next move nearly made me drop the vase I was holding. Right before my eyes, his body shifted, his muscles stretching, bones cracking, his form twisting until thick fur covered his skin. A powerful snarl rumbled from his chest.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh, but you do,” King replied smoothly. “You see, people like me? We get paid to make sure problems… disappear. And right now, you’re a problem. A big one.” Fear spiked through her, but she forced herself to keep calm. “I’m not afraid of you.” King grinned, a predator’s smile. “You should be.” He lunged toward her with terrifying speed, and Erica’s instincts finally kicked in. She bolted, running as fast as she could toward the house. Her heart pounded in her chest as she heard King’s heavy footsteps close behind her, growing louder with every second.

"You're scared." I didn't deny it. I couldn't. My whole body was trembling, and it had nothing to do with the temperature. "Whatever's happening," Jace said, "whatever you're not telling me—I'm going to find out. And when I do, I'm going to fix it." "You can't fix this." "Watch me." The arrogance was back. The King persona, sliding into place like armor. But underneath it, I could see something else. Something desperate and real.

The next day Ice nodded at Scars, and closed the door behind King. He stood with his back against the wall, watching the other two men warily eye each other. Ice wondered at the very unusual awkwardness, resolved to keep this mouth shut until Scars told him to do otherwise. After all, King had just shown up at Satan’s two minutes before without any warning at all, and had insisted that the three of them talk. King never lost his cool, but there was something in his expression today that was unlike him: he looked shaken. None of this boded well, but Ice wasn’t sure what he needed to be worried about. Not yet.

"Not from Isla. From me. What does the Lycan King actually want from a half-wolf florist from Creston with a complicated child and no political value whatsoever?" He was quiet for long enough that I turned to look at him. He was already looking at me. "You," he said simply. "That's the entirety of it. The bond isn't political and neither am I, not about this." He held my gaze. "I want the chance to prove that. Nothing more than that right now. Just the chance." The wall was cold under my palms. The morning was grey and quiet and somewhere inside the pack house my daughter was eating breakfast with Mira and probably conducting negotiations over the last piece of toast.

“My beauties, how have I missed your presence. But I am saddened to send you away once more. Fly towards the Kingdom of Howard, I shall lend you some pieces of my essences.” The vultures stared at the king incredulously, and he simply smiled, “Search for the missing prince, with the powers I shall grant you, be cloaked as normal citizens of that wretched kingdom. Ask, prod, search and bring me information about Colter’s whereabouts. I know you will not fail me.” With that, he unleashed a sinister black aura that enveloped the vultures . They made raspy, hissing sounds as they absorbed the essence of the king.

Gloom nodded. James stood up and said, “I have to bring Xavion back in three days. Let us make haste and depart at once.” The King waved slightly and said, “Get going then.” James turned to leave, while Gloom followed close behind. After they left, the smile on the King’s face froze. His face darkened, and he silently muttered under his breath, “The Sixth Stair… How terrifying… How did he manage to cultivate to such a level?” Outside…

She was scared of him. The King walked toward her and pulled her off the ground, bringing her shaking frame into his chest, but all he smelt on her was the scent of another man. The smell was very faint, and that told him they weren't very close together, but it meant that they were close enough for long enough that his scent could stick to her. His eyes went red as the beast fuelled his anger, causing a low growl to rumble from his chest. "Get the fuck out of here, Mariah and go fucking bath." the King growled out, Mairah stepped back in fear and confusion, but all the changed when the King snapped again. "NOW!" He roared and that was enough to send Mariah running for the door.

“You should’ve died in the chaotic search for Neil in the library! What’s so good about a moronic wench like you? Huh? Just because you saved him? Why does that matter?!” “H-How do you know about that?” she asked in a feeble voice. Clara pressed her foot on Keanna’s head. “That man is mine! I knew from the start he was going to be the King.” “Auuugh…” “What about a person like you? You, who’s gullible beyond belief!” Stomp! “You don’t even know your place, haha! Do you know what’s going to happen to you?” Stomp! “This dirt floor is where you belong.”

The room goes silent again. ‎ ‎“Kyle,” The King says, his voice low but sharp as a blade. “You seem… nervous.” ‎ ‎I try to stand upright, broadening my shoulders and clasping my hands together to hide my fidgeting fingers. “N-No, my King. Just- just shocked, that’s all.” ‎ ‎“Shocked?” The King steps forward, his boots echoing against the marble floor. “Or afraid?” ‎ ‎“I have nothing to fear,” I reply quickly, too quickly.