Lord Farquaad Novelas e Histórias

Some of the drogar recognized her instantly, and whatever hopes they held about the fight completely bottomed out and vanished. “This is Fleet Admiral Freya, leader of the undying Einherjar,” she began. “Some of you in the Empire know me as Ra’ventrii, subjugator of the Reborn. We’ve taken command of this devastator, now named Thanatos, the Ender of Worlds. “Together, we’ll ravage the Empire and bring it to its knees! Only once your precious Imperium is reduced to ash will we stop. And should anyone foolish enough to try to hinder us, know that we’ll crush them. Painfully. Thoroughly.

DEARON It would have been unfortunate to kill the Prince of the kingdom you had just allied with, and yet my mind was currently filled with all kinds of murderous thoughts. Seth Calogero was Alpha Hagan Calogero's younger son and one of the four Generals in the Farindorian army. The worst possible combination of a noble and a warrior. In other words, he was an arrogant asshole who believed he could have anything he desired. Right now, his eyes were on Kaira.

Then, he's leading me deeper into the pack house, a house I used to know like the lines of my palm but not anymore. He stops at a door and pulls the door open. He peeks inside before stepping out. “He's not here.” “To the next place.” I say. He nods and takes another route. A frown settles on my face because I kind of still recognise this place. “Isn't this the beta's quarter?” “It is milady. Luna Claire is Beta Carter's daughter. She'd been abroad since she was young.” I see. Maybe I always saw. I just didn't want to believe it.

The lady in red. "The men have killed Vander and all the members of the Royal family. We are ready to take your orders" she continued My heart nearly seized. I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you sure they're all dead. I want no witnesses. I want no mistakes" Thorne said with not an ounce of sympathy in his voice. "Don't you trust me my love. The work is done. It is our throne now. All hail Thorne Blackwood, Lycan King of MoonShire"

Beside her stood King Draven, regal in a long black coat adorned with etched runes and a crimson sash wrapped around his waist, signifying unity between his house and hers. “I still can’t believe this is real,” Aurora murmured softly as they ascended the stairs to the coronation altar. “You earned every step,” Draven said, his voice low, brushing a reassuring hand against the small of her back. “Let the world see the queen I already see. You are more than worthy my love." Elder Tullius, now High Judge of the Vampire Realm, raised the ceremonial blade—the Fang of Ancients—and spoke with voice that carried across the crowd:

Something was wrong in this Hall, she thought. “My beloved lords and ladies, it is I, Quarth Ortel, and I assume you’ve known me as an Archon Hunter from Shavath,” he started. A gentle clapping of hands followed before he could continue. “It’s been so long since our dragon hunters, the heroes of Drava, had been battling with the demons who burned all our villages and innocent people alive. They had preyed on us. But as years passed, we rose into power in becoming the predators. We slew, and we captured their rulers … This feast marks our success as the last hyborn is finally in our hands … we shall also celebrate our future victory in the war. By the morrow, we will destroy them, with the ai

Scar's tone was lethally soft. I stared between them in alarm and confusion. What was going on? Stepping closer, Scar grasped the man's hair, wrenching his head up to display features that might be handsome if not haggard and bloodied now. The visible contempt Scar regarded him with was unnerving. Just who was this beaten captive? "Hermes, allow me to present the esteemed Lord Frost, commander of the western Valor stronghold." Scar almost purred the introduction. My eyes widened. The Valor general himself, chained here? How did he got his hands on the commander?

"She always saw past the arrogant asshole, why can't you do same now that she needs it? I need to leave. I ought to be somewhere. Seb is in good hands. I had Tareem treat him, himself" "Who is Tareem? I have heard alot about him, your highness ", I bow curtly. "He is trouble. He is the son of Darc- the successor to the Darc empire and the best sorcerer ever had. He is my nephew. If you think Davil and Sasha is arrogant, wait till you meet Tareem Darc. If he comes close to Sasha, shield him from her. He is only around when he needs to rain havoc or has an agenda in mind "

Rowena, The Alpha werecat from the ‘golden pride’ said. “Keir Frederick is alive and in one piece. That bloodsucker bastard escaped death by my hands once but not next time. Only if his witch hadn't yanked him out of the battle. Bloody cowards!” Lyceon‘s powerful voice resonated throughout the whole room driving everyone to succumb into his authority and belief. He recalled the scene of the war where He lost his last saviour.

And Calligraphy is one of our family's specialties," Roodra replied habitually, without the slightest bragging intent. Li Wei was shocked. "This kid is from the Draconia Royal family? And he doesn't bother to be friends with me? It's interesting!" Li Wei's eyes Refocused on That copy of calligraphy. 1. Master Lakshmana Kumar, Drakonia, a strategist and war tactician. 2. Pramod Shree of Drakonia, Master Forger of War 3. Aakash Muzumdar the Drakonia, Spellcaster 4. Hugo the Wolf, Venturian Knight Swordsman - Knight