Novel & Cerita Lord Farquad

I've been looking into it the last few days since I started noticing the signs, even before the attack from her clan. Kennedy is The Leopard Queen, Queen of all leopards, not just our clan. The last Queen of all leopards was over a thousand years ago and she had three mates and the power to heal. Basically everything Kennedy has been able to do since she was a child, the original Queen of leopards could do too and more. The original Queen and her mates lived for nearly three hundred years, or so the legend says.

A very tall man, with an equally long beard and a thick voice barked out of nowhere. “Uhm… who are you?” I asked, squinting my eyes slowly as I saw the crest on his robe. “I am Kilton Jonathan.” He stated, and my eyes widened. “And what is the war commander of the Radical Faction doing in the royal stable?” I asked, steadying my heartbeat and wishing I didn't send Mikah and Mikael on a goose chase. “I think he has ulterior motives.” Liora muttered shakily and so softly that I almost didn't hear her.

The head of the Lane family, Zark, was astonished. "Senior demon Harvey's mentor is Quinto Lake, who used to be the strongest being in Holy Land. Even the leaders of the four parties of the Four Weapon Forces were unable to put up a fight against him," Zark quickly told Lucas.

At that instant, the Lester family felt like their heads were about to explode. Especially Tristan—he clutched his bloody shoulder, trembling uncontrollably. The Loders? Why were they here? And it was the the family's heir, too! "The Loders' heir, one of the Great Four Warrior Clans..." Jade's jaw dropped at the scene. Glen called Frederick...Mr. Lester! Touching Frederick meant declaring war on the Loders! "Mr. Lester! I arrived just in time, didn't I?" Glen turned proudly. He flashed Frederick a charming smile, evidently seeking praise.

When I stopped in front of him, he did something none of us expected — he knelt in front of me, and lowered his head with his fist over his heart. “I, Leonidas Bancroft, swear on the memory of our shared great-grandfather, King Joseph Aidamir, that I will renounce my unfounded claim to the throne of Volkor, and I pledge my fealty to you, Lukas Aidamir, as the one and only true heir to the kingdom,” he proclaimed, rushing the words out in almost one breath, his voice clear and strong throughout his speech, even with his obvious nerves. “He’s being honest,” Everly mindlinked me. Her voice was exhausted, but strong and determined in my mind.

With that in mind, he had paid no small sum to hire the three old men from Glenpawa Mountain—who each had extraordinary martial arts skills—to hopefully help his son recover… Either way, after sitting by Quaan’s side for a while to check his condition, one of the elderly men eventually said, “…Hmm… Young Master Wroe’s condition is really serious!” “How serious are we talking about here, Me. Quarles?” asked Quid in a worried tone. As Quid had stated, the old person went by Lidorn Quarles, and he had already entered the Third rank in the Avatar Realm.

After that talk with the Queen, he was so happy, finally, he would get the resources to be able to take us revenge. In the morning, he arranged a meeting with the Queen and the Pack. "Good morning, elders of the Salt Lake Pack, I am glad to announce to you that I have retired. So, my next successor is going to be Lugard. If I die, I would want no one but him to take my place. Thank you." She said slowly and without waiting for anyone's comment, she left with Lugard. She went to the company and then made the same announcement, not caring about anyone who was against her decision.

Ishtiyaq leaned in, his own voice a blade. “And don’t make me forget that blood doesn’t excuse cruelty.” The air between them was electric, suffocating. Timtim, trembling, clutched the blazer tighter and whispered, “Please… stop.” But the men didn’t move. Across the room, Farhad Qureshi leaned forward in his chair, eyes gleaming like a predator scenting blood. His lips curved into that same slow, wicked smile as he murmured to himself, “Ah… perfect. The cracks are already there. Now all I need is to press, and the empire will collapse on its own.”

Whiplash said, his voice accompanied by a hoarse whistling, a sign of his old age catching up to him? The squad members pulled up their displays from their hero suits, and one by one, they read out their current rankings and attributes. The readings were disappointingly low, except for Dante, who was on the cusp of breaking into the B-rank. His ranking was 11,382, the lowest of the low, showcasing the scarcity of ranked superheroes compared to the unranked ones. To be ranked was truly an honor and privilege, reserved for the most skillful and promising individuals. The rest of the squad reported their low attributes, all of them unranked.

It wasn't because Zark wasn't afraid of those eyes, his impenetrability was simply due to a side effect of his body. Having surveyed the area, the man in command spoke with an imposing voice. “I am Axel Halheimer, Marshal of the Kingdom of Lothal and captain of King Karl Lionheart's royal guard. Under orders from his majesty, I have come with a force to fight an enemy suspected of being in this area. " His deep and soft voice echoed across the square and the village chief behind Zark muttered "Hero of the Sword ..." This person was never mentioned in the talk he had with the village chief, with a slight accusing undertone directed towards Gregar, Zark asked in a low voice.