Novelas y relatos de Lord Farquaad

"So they don't feel pain." "They don't feel mercy either." --- The leader of the Eclipse Guard stopped a hundred yards from the fortress. He slowly removed his silver wolf mask. A deep scar ran across his face, crossing one pale blue eye. His expression was empty. Cold. Lifeless. "Lynnek Moonfang." His voice echoed across the battlefield. "I am Commander Darius." "I was the one who killed your father's royal guard." Lynnek's heart pounded. "You murdered innocent people." "They stood between me and my mission."

Nora said smoothly, wiping a smudge of red dust from her cheek. Dom turned his head, his sharp Lycan ears catching a deep, rhythmic vibration shaking the ground behind them. Out of the eastern mist, the thunderous clopping of hundreds of heavy warhorses echoed down the road. Banners of solar gold and midnight blue emerged through the fog, led by two magnificent figures on heavy steeds—King Leo, wielding The Moonlit Edge, and Queen Freya, her hands glowing with golden light, backed by three hundred heavy Northern war-wolves.

“D-Did yo…” “No,” he said quickly, cutting me off before I could ask. “I didn’t… I-I couldn’t. I hate rogues, okay Iris, I hate them a lot and I’ve been told all my life to kill them on sight, but I… I just couldn’t. They didn’t look so feral; they could still speak, so I thought that they may be okay if they had each other. So I let them go, told them to get as far as possible and find more like them.” Lucian’s eyes seemed to darken then before they illuminated into that striking blue hue that I came to now recognize as something supernatural, not my mistaken eyesight. I watched as his teeth extended and a low snarl came rumbling from his chest.

Instead, his gaze passed over everyone in the room before locking firmly onto me. “My Luna Queen,” the man said, his deep, charismatic voice striking everyone’s ears like a heavy drumbeat. “The steward elder from Neutral District said you were here attending your former pack’s Full Moon banquet. Why didn’t you send me a mind link after finishing work at the healing center? I would’ve come to pick you up.” The hall’s steward elder hurried out, sweat pouring down his face. He looked at the stunned werewolves and loudly announced, “Listen carefully! This is the Supreme Ruler of the Werewolf Alliance—the pureblood Wolf King, His Highness Lucas!”

Malik The war room at the compound was full and grim when I walked in, and it was the fullness of it that told me how far the word had already traveled, every soldier I trusted, every hand that had ever meant it, pulled off whatever they'd been doing and standing at the map because the King's woman was in the wind and the King had gone very, very quiet. Darius was there, jacket off, gun already in his waistband, the easy grin nowhere on the earth, replaced by the other face, the one my brother wore maybe twice a decade, the one that had made grown men in this city forget how to breathe. Naomi behind three laptops, hair scraped back, tracing plate hits across a glowing city map in threads of

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.

Frederick was genuinely furious. He had never imagined that Freya could be so utterly foolish. At a moment like this, she had the audacity to speak ill of Selena. Did she not understand these soldiers were his closest guards, men who had once fought beside Selena day after day? Did Freya have a death wish? "Why are you shouting at me?" Freya was truly fearless. As she often proclaimed, she was the daughter of Henry Talmar, the Desert Hawk himself. She was the Desert Rose!

With fierce eyes and a reprimanding voice, he shouted, “No matter what the reasons are, they colluded with the Rogues! The Rogues, Deacon!” “I know, but…” “So, they’re victims now? They still betrayed our kingdom!” he shouted, not letting me finish my words. He stared at me with narrowed eyes and clenched jaws, completely on the edge, as I saw his eyes flickering with golden shade. He’s fighting control with his wolf. ‘That is not a good sign…’

He slowly turned around with a smirk on his face. There was a scar like a sword slash on his cheek too. Logan Theon. Ruler of Darkfang.

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"