Lord Farquaad Looks Like Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 23 A heavy and dangerous voice scattered in the dining hall. I raised my head to look at the person who just called my mate. He appeared different from his family members, but the resemblance was uncanny between him and his eldest son, Jacob! Fiarra’ father and the leader of this pack. An alpha to be called in respect. I can’t talk my eyes off him. His dark red hair is the symbol of fire within him and the black eyes are the darkness he holds for his enemy.

Aria on the other hand, sit on the royal chair provided to her. "This is Marqus. It might be weirder than it seems, but we are odd friends. He is the Lighten Prince." Conri introduces Marqus to Aria who is eating the remaining moon drops grapes carnally. She let her eyes explore the physiques of the young man on their side. Marqus has a slim, tall, pale white body. He is currently wearing a green bracae, an animal skin sandalon, and an ordinary thin coat garment. His hair is charmingly straight and grey. It is long to his elbow level. But, what has allured the maiden is the beautiful scar on his left eyelid that looks like caused by a slash wound...

They hadn’t seen yet his foul nature lurking behind that smile of his—a man full of pride and madness … and worst of all … a hypocrite. “Where’s the Emperor?” Estes asked beside Larice. He had dressed himself in the complete opposite of Quarth’s dark outfit. A white, high-collared tunic, sleeves reaching down to his hands that matched well with his gray-colored eyes. His thick, blue cape swayed back like long hair as he stepped forward to shake hands with Quarth.

he scowls a command in his voice. “I have.” I lied. I had not seen anything of Farid’s future, only glimpses of his face. “Liar,” he snarls turning from the bars, back facing me as he runs a palm over his face. Now I get a good look at him, it’s only his arms that are bulky. The rest of him is slender, and trim, his body looks oddly, skinnier. "Orion's death just left the rest of the continent open for my rein and for me to conquer."

He reunited the two creatures just in one night. I look around to see my dad, Chester beside Maynard. The two are displeased but couldn't do anything. Whether they like it or not Lycan will rule. All of a sudden I felt the hand on my arm and I turn swiftly to see a man, much older before me. He has the grace of a ruler. His hair white and a little bit longer. His lips red and his eyes of green colour. Dazzling should describe him and his ears are pointed. I get the idea of who he is at once and I shuddered. King Frey.

His smile was still bright and his countenance welcoming. "I look forward to knowing you." Legion finally took Frederick's hand. The awkwardness that had been built up these past few seconds was washed away by his action, and Frederick laughed joyfully. As to whether his joy was born from Selina's stable state or meeting Legion, that was easy to decipher. "You have a very firm grip," Frederick was slightly surprised by the strength Legion possessed. Legion's energy signature was that of a Heavenly Realmer; however, the strength behind his grip belonged to a peak Noble!

“Why look at me?” Farrah grinned, eyes lifting up into crescents. “You are really handsome. Someone immediately fell for you just seconds after seeing you. I'm afraid you'll get snatched away.” Dior chortled, immediately understand Farrah's train of thought. “What snatch away? As if someone would like a zombie monarch like me at all. I'm afraid it's only you who could stand me.” “That's good to know,” Farrah stood up and gazed outside. “Only I can give you a wonderful son like DaeDae.”

“You’re late.” “Only by two minutes,” Leora muttered. “Two minutes is still late when you’re Luna,” Zaria replied, but there was no true harshness in her voice. She gestured toward the chair opposite her. “Sit. We’ll begin shortly. Someone would like to see you first.” Leora paused mid-step. “Someone?” Before she could ask further, the door opened quietly. A tall man entered, his presence commanding the air itself. He had a scar running from his ear down to his chin. His hair was streaked with gray, his armor polished but worn at the edges, marked by years of battle.

Frustration is an understatement to describe the state in which she is. "This Little girl is the Queen, and I am her late father king Edward" he taunts and they all laugh then he moves closer, roaming around me and this makes me sick. He's tall and sturdy and his hair is like a massive red bush surrounding two wide brown eyes. He has a thick scar that runs from his forehead down his left eye and this makes him look unpleasant. Even in this environment surrounded by other fierce guards like him his pose remarkably hold power unlike the others, his dress stretches taunt around his broad shoulders when he shifts snag calling for my attention and I tremble deep within me.

Sephora smiled when she turned upon the silent table of Lords and Ladies, intently staring into each of their faces. All the Lords appeared to have their mates sat next to them, all except one. The said Lord was wearing a pitch black suit, his broad shoulders telling Sephora that he too was a warrior with centuries of experience. He was a male of unnaturally good looks, with a defined chin and full mouth, his skin gorgeously tan. His eyes were the most captivating of his features though. Pure grey eyes glistened with a predator's stare, as they met with her's, contrasting with his jet black hair that fell slightly over his face to brush his dark eyebrows. He was terrifying. Sephora wondered w