For The King 2 Scarecrow Novels & Stories

The two witches behind him both, at the same exact instant, drew their breath in sharply through their teeth in the small involuntary gasp that witches make when they have just seen a thing that is not supposed to be possible. The eyes in the woman's face blinked once, very slowly, in the patient sad way a person blinks who has been waiting a long time to be seen. Then they were her own grey-green eyes again. But the king was off his horse. He was off the horse without remembering having dismounted, and he was crossing the courtyard at a slow careful walk that was not a king's walk, and the pack-folk of Ironbough parted around him in stunned silence, and behind him on the platform of the hig

The King had even sent more men to assist because they hadn’t allowed us to help them with our magic. Rules, always rules. I shifted uneasily, watching the King’s eyes widen as he came within a few feet of the creature. The disbelief etched on his face was mirrored in the expressions of the elders behind him. The people had been sent home to avoid crowding the square, but their absence did little to ease the thick, suffocating tension in the air. Then I noticed him. An old male, perhaps in his eighties, his robes trailing dust, his sparse hair as white as new snow. His face was pale, but what struck me most was the unmistakable look of fear twisting his features.

Leo scrunched up his nose, the scent of Permafrost and Milk turning sharp with a child’s brewing rebellion. "If they don't take me, I'll take the jet myself," Leo declared, his voice taking on that chilling, subsonic Kingly edge. "I have the rock now. I can make the lights big. I'm the King... the scary old man said so. And Kings don't hide while their fire is being snuffed out."

And tied to the root, surrounded by a circle of bone-colored wolves, was a man. He was thin, his hair long and gray, but I knew those eyes. "Father," I breathed. Standing in front of him, holding a blade made, was a man with hair as white as snow. The King. He turned toward us, a cruel smile stretching across his face. "You’re late, Raven," the King said. "But just in time for the harvest." Dominic stepped forward, his wolf-eyes glowing. "Let him go, you coward."

The Mafia King attested that I wouldn't face any problem in his mansion, in his captivity, as long as I behaved— Which also included not trying to free myself from my shackles. I couldn't help but nod because my body was thoroughly sapped, like a desiccated tree in the summer heat. I overworked myself with a futile idea of breaking free from my chains and attacking on Bulky Chucky, and taking off from here. What I didn't expect was that the Mafia King himself would come to see me the third time the door to my room would swing open.

"King we don't know who he is he has a black mask on his face and black cape" *BOOM* *far screams* "Lets go before this maniac destroys the whole castle " The king felt more anxious the more he was approaching the place where the attacker was. *What is this?* is what the king was thinking **** " AAAHHH" " And you call yourselves warriors? there are hundreds of you but you cant even get close to me " " Shut up you devil" "I seem to hear this word quite often this time around " Celea then turned him upside down with her telekinesis

Chapter 10: Growing Desire The king watched as Isabel's eyes widened in shock at his decree. He had to stifle a smile as she stumbled over her words while her face paled with worry. In truth, King Lucian had no doubt about her loyalty. He was merely teasing her. There was something about her that roused a sense of delight within him, something he couldn't quite put into words.

"I shall not disappoint you, my king. I will do everything in my power to ensure the kingdom's safety and security." As Joel turned to leave, the king's voice echoed through the chamber. "One more thing, Joel. Remember to keep an eye out for any information regarding the she-werewolf named Scarlett. I have reason to believe she poses a threat to our kingdom. If you come across any leads or sightings of her, report to me immediately." Joel's brows furrowed, intrigued by the mention of Scarlett. "Of course, my king. I will prioritize the search for her as well."

shivers ran down my spine at the sound of it. I felt something on my hand, the ghost of a touch. “It is all you have. You can’t kill me.” the king laughs, though you can hear how it didn’t come out confident. He is scared. Whoever is this man that scares him so much? He had sounded so arrogant earlier. I didn’t see his face but I felt immense satisfaction at hearing him get schooled, he deserves it I’m sure. “Don’t tempt me to do it, you know I’m the better man.” There is a hand in mine. “What you did is unforgivable?”

Just in that chaos, two large doors opened right before me with a man walking out. The man was humongous just like all those the king had been travelling with. As I swallowed and stared past him I could see a long table filled with many different people eating. They pushed their chairs back, standing up and walking towards the door. My eyes snapped away to the man that was taking slow steps to me. His face was not giving anything away. He was scary, as scary as all the others who had accompanied the king. He wore long trousers with a t-shirt and sneakers. His hair was combed back, scars all over his face. It was as if you only got into the king’s squad if you had scars on your face.