Lord Farquad Mga Nobela at Kwento

Let's introduce Señor Migs, he's having fun again in the gymnasium, he has the same facial expression as Kuya Lucian hahah, he stepped on the stage and bowed too. "And the last one I will introduce to the princes of your time is the Prince of Casa de Luz, the youngest son of King Light and Queen Shine, the one and only Prince Elior Dritan Faro!" Last time Señor Migs introduced himself to the last prince, this is the arrogant prince who is responsible for why Kuya Kali, Xavier, and Kuya Lucian were hospitalized, tss such a dumbass!!! it went to the stage without even bowing! really rude...

Cirold was even more afraid that the Carson family would truly have no chance of surviving anymore if Nash were to continue talking without thinking. "Dad! I'm being serious! He's the commander-in-chief of the Pendragon Warriors!" Cirold called out. Nash's expression darkened, his eyebrows furrowed. He looked at Cirold on the floor and bellowed, "Cirold! Stop with the nonsense! Are you fooled by him too? Do you know who the commander-in-chief of the Pendragon Warriors is? Liam is a man who married into his wife's family and has nobody to back him up. How could he possibly be the legendary King Pendragon?"

But wait, what does Gold Paladin mean in their ranks? A man with short auburn hair, ears and tail of a lion, and tanned skin stepped forward as Sir Rupert moved away. "Sir Lakovan Dorand, Millennium Glory of Nervas Army." He took my hand, dipped his head low, and brushed his lips on the back of my hand. He brought himself upright and stared down at me with his sharp amber eyes. "Pleased to meet you, young lady." He seemed to be the oldest among the three, probably a bit older than Sir Bern, shown by a few wrinkles on his face.

Harry asked in a whisper, “Mr. Jourdain, this is Bryson Yost, a warlord.” Leon, who planned to kill Kayson to get merits, was appalled. “What did you say? A warlord?” Kayson glanced at Carlson coldly, and the latter sneered. “What are you looking at!?” Kayson merely smirked and approached Farris, who had fainted. He put a hand on Farris, his gaze growing icier. “Leon Jourdain, was I rude to you? Have I mistreated you?”

Dorian breaksdown completely. All this was happening because her father was no where to be found, she only gets comfort from her grandfather, infact he planned her escape. He would never watch his granddaughter get married to a spoilt brat like Derrick, the son of Elias. Dorian's father Marpha was once the Accorm legion ruler and everyone loved him except his stepbrother Elias. He was so angry and jealous that his half brother was loved and respected by everyone in the legion, he grew more hatred for him when he archived what no other ruler could do or rather refused to do in their time.

“You don’t want to end up like your father, do you, Estes? Keep your mouth shut.” “Give it back,” Larice said. She couldn’t afford to lose the sword again. It was the only thing she had left from Riqui. She tried to grab it, but Quarth pulled the weapon over. “You see now?” Quarth faced the nobles and lords watching. “Will you believe she had the strength to capture the hyborn? She hasn’t even slain a single dragon! She’s no dragon hunter.” “Quarth …” Estes warned, but he was only ignored.

His dilated irises stared into the void with a heartbeat that was palpitating as if he was running 10 laps at the highest speed. “Pity, so pity.” Qusyairi flinched at the dry yet excited voice. “It’s indeed a pity. Qusyairi.” His neck was slightly turned, looking at Qusyairi from the corner of his eyes. “You’re second in command while I am the weakest link amongst SQE– I mean, Shadow’s people.” Qusyairi’s vein popped out, his skin flushed red, and anger rose inside him. Farizad twirled his finger.

"I wanted everyone to have fun and enjoy themselves today, but you two started running your mouths even though you barely had a drink! Well, look what you did. You drove them off by offending them!" Ordinarily speaking, he would be fairly courteous with these two, but he couldn't hold himself back this time. They knew they were the reason for this situation as well, so they didn't argue with him. What they feared the most was the look Adrian gave them before he left. It was cold and menacing. "Ms. Ford is the sole heir of the Fords of Jetterpolis. Her father, the chairman of Ford Group, dotes on her greatly," Lionel declared with a scoff. "What gave you the nerve to be that arrogant in front

He didn't look up from his slate, but his scent was calm—the storm had passed. “Morning to you both,” I replied, taking my seat. The second trial began in earnest. With our architecture finalized, we had a fortress of logic to build upon. We divided the runic sequences among the squad. Lucas assumed the mantle of Warlord, and I had to admit, his leadership was flawless. He commanded the squad with the same iron authority that made him the greatest combat captain in the Territories. Even Bob and Coal fell into line under his gaze.

a gravelly, terrifying voice growled from the far end of the room. The heavy iron wheels of a massive, custom-built chair creaked against the polished stone floor as Frederick Whitmore—the legendary former warlord of the Bloodfang Court—rolled himself closer to the light. His legs were completely lifeless, covered by a heavy, fur-lined blanket, but his gray eyes were as sharp as jagged glass. He was my grandfather through bloodlines the Ashfords had tried to erase, a retired mafia lord who still held the respect of every pack in the Blackveil District.