Novelas y relatos de Lord Farquaad

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?

Andrew added, and for a long time, Luca and April listened to their playful exchange, both longing for the people they loved. As April stared at the shimmering mirage on the horizon, she couldn't believe they were in Egypt and a step closer to setting Julian free. She was excited and nervous about D-Day. But she also knew it wouldn't be a smooth road for her and Julian. Vampires loved deeply, and when they committed, it was forever. They didn't handle infidelity and betrayal well, if at all. She'd seen it first hand with Luca and René. And knowing how alike the Delacroix brothers were, there was a huge chance Julian might never forgive her actions despite her good intentions.

“To the stables, princess. From there we will rally my men to the barracks.” “And you briefed the lieutenant of this?” “Yes,” Falstad nodded. By the time they have reached the castle’s courtyard, many survivors; knights and servants have gathered together, and are about to depart. “Halt!” He yelled, calling for the highest-ranked person in the survivors. A thin young man stepped forward, introducing himself as a knight captain of the kingdom’s army as well as a hereditary baron in rank. His eyes glistened when he saw the princess, thanking Holus for protecting the last royalty. The knights and servants alike cheered, though, for some, it turned solemn the moment Falstad demanded authority ov

"I'm beginning to agree with you." "My name is Thorias, and I am the Captain Illustrious of His Great and Royal Majesty the Most Illustrious Leader Frolthac of the Colony of Nature's Glory's Guard." 'Again without breathing,' she thought. "Thorias, my name is Shamira, and we need to talk to his Majesty." "What's in it for me?" the faerie said, hovering in front of her face and staring right down at her cleavage. "You are a fit lass," he muttered.

Vador said to Aleister as they left the room. "Dark lord," Jadis bowed. "To what do I owe this honour," Vador said offering her a seat. Lady jadis was a white witch,she was the leader of the eastern empire.Vandora was her cousin and was sent by jadis with the approval of the council to watch Vador. Falling for the dark lord,Vandora refused to leave,she had called jadis earlier that day to inform her that the lord was having an affair with a human vampire in the royal house.

His eyes flickered toward Jordan, who only shrugged and lifted his hands. “Do not look at me,” Jordan muttered. “She is right. Keeping them strengthens us. The Crescent Fur Pack live closest to the borders. They know more about the rogues than any of us. You cannot ignore their value. Listen to your Beta and Gamma for once.” Xerxes groaned, raking his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Fine! But he is jealous of me, and I intend to use it against him.” Rhea’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Do as you please. Now let us return to the meeting room.”

“You lost that right when you betrayed me.” He gave a mock nod, unbothered. “Fair enough.” I moved towards the door. “You should go.” But he didn’t budge. Instead, he took a step closer. “Be careful, Freya. The Lefevres have a way of chewing people up and spitting them out. Even their own.” My spine stiffened. “Is that a threat?” “Just… advice,” he said with a smirk. “Some storms aren’t announced. They just hit.”

"Go! I signaled my pilot to fly the girl and the medical team away, and I remained behind to deal with the soldiers. I had already mindlinked my beta and asked him to send the military force in case a war were to begin. I am a Lycan. I am the strongest of all, so killing all those men singlehandedly was a piece of cake for me, but still, I chose to involve my military. I knew sending back the corpses of his men would only humiliate him more because he would be left wondering why his a hundred and something men were defeated by a single person. "What brought you to my kingdom?" I asked as more of the troop trooped closer to me.

His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet. Dizziness clouded my vision, and as my consciousness wavered, a figure materialized out of the darkness. Hayden, the enigmatic ruler of the mythological Underworld, stood before me. My eyes widened in shock and fear as I believed he had come to reclaim me, to take me back to the realm of shadows and despair.

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."