For The King 2 Scarecrow Novels & Stories

Caleb nodded. “Look, it’s none of your business who we are,” Scarlett said, regaining her sense of calm. “The King is searching this forest. Even as we speak, warriors are flooding in. So I suggest you cooperate with us. Unless, of course, you want to be caught? By the King’s warriors?” “And killed?” Caleb added. They both raised their eyebrows.

A vibe of entertainment ran through them seeing me, I guessed. I bowed to the King and Queen who were sitting in front of me as it was visible from the veil. The Person who made me this was sitting right to them. I bowed to him too as a trail of tears escaped through my eyes. I was feeling like a wooden sack was loaded on my heart. "Start the Celebration" I heard the voice of the king which was Roaring too like the Prince. He might have inherited that from the King. I heard the drums rolling and the group of girls also became visible whose anklets bells filled the Hall.

“My people have surrounded the gates and anyone who shows up will be killed on the spot. Your allies won't be able to help you now... Demon.” A collective gasp and whispers resonated and I could feel the fear starting to envelope their bodies. “I bet you didn't think that your identity would be exposed. Because we have a strong ally on our side.”The king continued and shot me a quick glance. Something is wrong. Even with all these strong armies and weapons, I still feel like something is wrong. But what is it? Crawford, who had his face hung up, released a chuckle. His shoulders shook and he suddenly threw his head back and let out a loud sinister laugh that sent a shiver down my spine.

Everyone’s head turned. It was Joe’s phone. He frowned, pulling it out slowly. The message on the screen made his blood run cold. His eyes widened, and his hands began to shake. The color drained from his face. Fear crept into his eyes, real fear. The King noticed immediately. His red eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong with you, Joe? Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Joe swallowed hard. His throat felt dry, and his voice trembled. He took a small step closer to the King and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

The kid—who is a proxy for the King—won’t be able to present himself which in turn worsened the condition the King is in. “Is this… The end, my King?” Rox hushed to the slumbering King. In his eyes, fear and anxiousness began to show as his brows creased into a pitied look, pitying the King in front of him, and pitying himself. Before Rox wanted to touch the King’s face, he suddenly heard the sound of a panting. He immediately turned his whole body around to see Marcus was catching up his breath, both his feet safely entered the room.

"Just her fingernails are more beautiful than your whole being. You know what? You can have the room to yourself." I picked up a pillow and left, banging the door so hard that the entire house shook. KINGDOM OF THE GHOSTS OF TERROR A multitude of naked figures could be seen in the dark all sitting before a terrifying figure sitting on a throne with a golden crown on his head. From the aura, he was exuding and how all the figures before him slightly bowed their heads to him, it was obvious that he was their king. A great terrifying scary king with a scar so deep running across his cheek down to his jaw. He was merely sitting yet was towering over everyone. It can't be mistaken to call him a g

"Why? I have so many questions. I want to know more about the king. You said he wanted to see me, but it didn't look like that. He didn't say a word to me. Well, he said something, but it was not meaningful at all. He barely spoke. He mostly stared at me. He stared at me a lot. And it felt like he was going to eat me. Does he eat our kind? How come I never heard of it? And why does the king have two colored eyes? His eyes were really strange. Did something happen to him while he was still a c...? I immediately stopped talking when he came to an abrupt halt. "We're here," he knocked on the door before turning to me. "I'll advise you to keep your questions to yourself; asking unreasonable ques

She was so distracted by all these wondrous things that she didn’t notice that they’d turned into a bigger room where many Crow soldiers were lined up in. It was only when she noticed a large throne made up of skulls and bones that she snap out of her stupor. Lounging in the throne like he was bored and had better places to be was the King of Crows himself. His fair skin stood out against his pitch-black hair. His dark eyes barely glanced over Rebecca before he waved his hand. “This is what you’ve disturbed my sleep for?”

"Your dedication to our kingdom and your astute judgment make you the ideal candidate for this task. I trust your instincts." A small smile graced my lips, a combination of gratitude and determination. I nodded earnestly, accepting the responsibility bestowed upon me. "I will not disappoint you, Your Majesty. The kingdom's unity and security are of utmost importance to me. I will exhaust every resource available to me in order to fulfill this task." The King's expression softened, his weariness momentarily replaced by a glimmer of hope. "I believe in you, Scarlett. Remember, the truth may not always be pleasant, but it is essential. We must protect our kingdom at all costs."

Kira teased. Sara groaned dramatically, stood up, and dragged Kira away by the sleeve. “Let’s go, flirt machine. Leave the poor boy alone before he combusts.” Kevin was still blushing as he watched them go. “Why are your friends so scary Alison?” he muttered, smiling. Following them from behind, ……. Back in Arvendale, in the royal palace. King Varkas stood alone in the highest tower. The sun shone bright, lighting all of Arvendale. Making it look extremely beautiful, advanced and magical.