King Harold In Shrek Novels & Stories

he mumbled as he stared at the familiar face. Harold Hoghelswart was once the most renowned knight in all of Snowhill. He had retired after he had an injury at war that almost caused him his life. He was living well, owning a big mansion down at Gothrel where the rich and retired lived. He had lots of servants and many carriages and horses. Why then was he stealing one? Edward sighed. He looked at Harold's face and couldn't help but have this uneasy feeling inside of him. He wasn't sure if it was because of Harold's open eyes staring directly at him or if it was something else but he knew for sure that it was there.

“Sierra is fine. For now.” “For now?” Kane snarled, his chains clanking as he leaned forward, his body taut with rage. “What have you done to her, Harold?” Harold gave a casual shrug as if we were talking about the weather. “Oh, nothing too drastic,” he said, his tone infuriatingly calm. “I had this rather brilliant plan to take her powers. You know, a simple extraction process, a bit messy but effective.” I glared at him, my fists clenching until my nails dug into my palms. “And?” I demanded, my voice tight.

he said quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "No!" Lex and I blurted in unison, both desperate for different reasons, both waving a hand to keep him there. "You stay right where you are," Lex hissed. His eyes had gone jet black—his wolf just beneath the surface. Harold visibly shivered, shrinking back into the seat. I felt a stab of guilt. He was clearly out of his depth with werewolf drama. "Goddess, I shouldn’t have come," Harold mumbled, voice shaky. "Werewolves are so weird."