Lord Farquaad Novels & Stories

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.

The thing’s mouth curled back, revealing its fangs in a grotesque parody of a grin. "Forgive me for my mannerlessness, Chosen One. I'm Commander Malik, and with me are my associates, Skarra and Nyra. We are Servants of the Veil.” It then lifted a hand, with a slow, theatrical flourish. The fingers were long and jointless, ending in claws that shimmered wetly in the dim light - glinting like the edge of rusted bone. “Our king sent us,” Malik rasped, voice dripping malice, “to drag you screaming into the eternal darkness… after we rip out your heart.”

Too much pressure to be someone I wasn’t. So I slipped out. Liora had already wandered off with a charming brute of a warrior from the Bluefangs—good for her. Aunt Ysara was busy fake-laughing with a high-ranking Elder’s mate. Nobody noticed when I slipped into the woods, heels in hand, flask in my grip, the cold earth soothing under my bare feet. ~~

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.

“The heads of Hydra held a private vote last week. The son of Don Fausto…the legitimate one no one’s seen in years…was elected to lead the remaining factions.” Vincenzo froze. Noel’s gaze sharpened. “He’s half Thai, half French. Trained in silence. Ruthless. His name was Leandre Theerakunya Fausto. But we believe he’s using a fake first name. Adrian.” Noel’s breath caught. Don Ramon continued, “His mother was Thai royalty, and Theerakunya is her name. That’s how he’s blending in. We have intel he’s currently on that same island. With you.”

"There's a draconic vein in Portfall with a sacred relic inside. The sect leader ordered me to search for it secretly. "He said this was important. Finish this job and I'd be set for generations." Aria's eyes darkened when he mentioned the sacred relic. Only certain people could offer such a high price. She looked at him. "Are they foreigners?" Frederick's eyes widened. "How did you know? Did they contact you too? Then we're on the same side." Aria's voice turned cold. "Tell me. Are you Farshyan?" Frederick froze at the question. In that instant, Aria raised the stick and brought it down. Frederick collapsed where he stood.

I remarked, rising from my seat and circling the table to stand before Alpha Killian, my gaze locking on him. Fear flickered in his eyes, swiftly masked by false confidence. Intriguing. “Have you ever heard of the Lycan King?” I inquired, my tone low and measured. “And what's your name?” “They don't exist; it's folklore. I'm Alpha Killian,” he retorted, meeting my gaze head-on.

Lord Arcturus, fueled by ambition and a hunger for power, embarked on a clandestine mission to advance his own interests in Adernia. With King Fredrick's absence and Prince Gabriel's alliance with Maxoria seemingly shattered, he saw an opportune moment to make his move. Arcturus, a master manipulator, began to weave a web of deceit and manipulation, sowing seeds of doubt and suspicion among the lords of Adernia. Whispers of King Fredrick's disappearance and Gabriel's alleged abandonment of his responsibilities spread like wildfire through the court, fueling Lord Arcturus' claims.

He had seen this before and he refused to be the victim this time. “What is he doing?” Gluttony asked, he had never seen and AOD do anything like this before. “I’m not really sure, but whatever it is, you don’t want to be too close.” Pride answered. “Okay, we get Mr. Big bad AOD, you can stop at any point now.” Envy was getting bored with this pissing contest. She walked closer as Daniel lifted his sword. He was just about to swing and send her back to hell the same way he had sent Wrath before. But he was stopped as a voice rang out. It was authoritative and familiar. The tone gave off the sense of fear and anguish. It was none other than Abbadon herself.

Noel gasped following me behind, we got to the main hall and that was when we saw her, shockingly Draco was on his knees, She has succeded in killing all his gards, his legs and hands were bleeding. "You bloody betrayal, you think you can kill all my love ones and go Scott free, I am not called Freya for Nothing, put a respect to my name any time you see me,I am a devil and a real one, I am sending you to hell fire so you can cool your ass off there, you Moron"She yelled and shit him from his head till toes, tears dripped from his eyes and he fell flatly. I was about shooting him before she did but she is too fast.