For The King 2 Scarecrow Novels & Stories

I bawl again. Only this time Jack falls on the ground, coughing uncontrollably. I look at King, trembling would be nothing to describe how my body is reacting against this whole situation. His eyes have completely turned into black orbs and his long fangs are showing off. This is a dangerous scenario! My legs are wildly shaking and I'm stepping back with each step he's taking. "King-I-" "Don't. Say. Anything." He speaks in a dangerously calm tone. His voice is completely different, it's evil!

the necromancer asked straight away, as if he hadn’t heard the question. “Shivering... like the heart of a dying man. Afraid... very afraid of death... His fear’s salty... with a metallic smack... I like it.” “He won’t fail at a critical moment?” the Undead King continued, looking not at the ghost, but into the black horizon. “I’ll see to it... I’m hungry, my master...” the ghost whispered right above the necromancer’s ear, breathing out deadly cold. Reive shrugged his shoulders and grimaced, “Do your job! You’ll be rewarded when you finish.”

One of the men that had taken you replied. "The king’s son is coming today." The other man stated as he watched you with sinister eyes. "Make sure she looks presentable." They strip the blinds away. Adjusting to the dim, torch lit room, you notice the stack of wet hay flooding the rough floor as well as the misty dark metal. You start to panic. How on earth did you end up in a dungeon! Looking up in horror, you noticed something fairly odd about the men. They all seemed to protrude long canine teeth that resembled those fangs of a vampire.

He puffed out his chest and squared his shoulders at me. “Oh no you just didn’t.” I chuckled while shaking my head. I raised my arm up towards the sky and clasped my fist as a I brought it down and a lightening bolt hit not 5 feet from him. It was just a little one, just enough to get his attention. “Again, do you understand?” The King had jumped from the bolt enough to land on his ass, so now he was looking up at me and I could see the fear in his eyes. He just nodded his head at me like a child afraid to speak.

She could vaguely hear Rosa's voice in the kitchen uttering a set of instructions to the maids. "What's happening?" She grabbed one of the maids that was coming from the direction of the dining room, having left the large dish of mashed potatoes she had had in hand a few seconds before in the dining room. "Do we have a guest?" The maid shook her head and smiled, her face shifting into a dreamy look. "Not a guest, no. Mr King is having breakfast with us today. Isn't he most kind?" Keisha felt her world shift on its very axis. This couldn't be happening. How could she be assured that he wouldn't recognise her? And an even bigger problem that she had to think about. What if he had already recog

The life-sized sculpture of the roaring wolf was splattered with the blood of the men who had dared to breach the walls. Cain stood in the center of the wreckage, his tactical vest torn, his head bowed as he held a blood-stained tablet. Around him, dozens of guards stood dead silent, terrified to even draw a breath. Karlo stood by the shattered courtyard doors, his navy suit jacket long gone, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up and heavily soaked in deep crimson. He didn't look like a king anymore. He looked like an apocalyptic force. His breathing was shallow, his chest heaving as his steel-blue eyes stared blankly at the empty grass where he had tackled Della just twenty-four ho

Which is better, honestly. Soon fireworks and cannons are fired. I spot Jacqueline and Atlas at a corner, urging me to walk forward. Excited, I pick up the ends of my dress and walk through the crowd of people. There's a clear pathway in-between, and I elegantly pass through the excited squeals of the people. “All hail Queen November!” I hear the people scream and they jam their hands together in applause. Everything seems to be going smoothly until I flip around to gaze at the King's throne. My face crumbles immediately when I see the tormented look on Sin's beautiful face. He shakes his head, and stands up from his seat.

A princess left without a prince to entertain her the night. "Well, if it isn't the ever-so-lovely Honey Honey Dew Drop." A thick drawling voice from behind broke Honey out of her stew pot of miserable thoughts. "What is such a sweet lovely lady as yourself doing sitting here all on your own on a night like tonight?" Honey resisted the urge to roll her eyes as her lips morphed into a small smirk. "Chip. I don't think tonight is one of those nights that you want to find yourself bothering me on." A subtle warning as Honey told hold of the rough, calloused hand that attempted to touch her right shoulder.

I replied with a raised eyebrow all the fear was gone like a passing wind. “Your mate!” “What does that supposed to mean?” I asked again like he is the most stupid and delusional person I have met. He took a breath and said, “I am the Werewolf King and you are my mate. You are mine now” he said it with such confidence that I was taken back. “What the hell! Werewolf King? Are you drunk? Did they hit you on your head?” I asked now again trying to get away from the crazy guy. “You saw my wolf form!” He replied nonchalantly like its actually normal and not a big deal.

She said chuckling. Stacey shook her head and huffed out a breath. “I ran into King.” Lily’s eyes widened instantly. “Wait—King King?” “Yes,” Stacey replied, rubbing her temple. “And Derick too few minutes after.” Lily slowly sat up. “Okay. What happened?” “King sent me an evil glare so evil that I became afraid for some minutes.” Lily shook her head. “That boy is always wearing a scowl, I sometimes wonder if he is permanently angry.”