Lord Farquad Novels & Stories

The clock read one o'clock. I turned back to Liam. "What's wrong?" I asked. My tongue felt thick as I fought to wake up. "The leader of the Elves, Lord Quillion, is here to see you." "I thought you were handling all the faction business from now on?" "He has brought his army. He has come to issue a challenge to you for rights to this faction." I frowned. "Well, that's not good." I pulled myself up onto my feet using the table to steady myself. I had almost no energy left. I used all the crystals I had to barter for those contracts. How was I going to defeat this guy?

He gathered the pieces of evidence to the emperor, and that very day he was assigned to infiltrate the said place and perform a sudden war With the secret decree of the emperor, Xius went inside the place with his military units as the Killford family was the head of the military when it comes to battle and wars - as well as maintaining the peace of the empire. He disguised himself as one of the beings inside with his highly trained knights

The First Elder, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fascination, blurted out, “Does the Highness have any leads on this… this formidable magician? We must do everything in our power to secure his allegiance. To have such a force on our side…” Ladia nodded, a glint of triumph in her eyes. “Indeed, I do,” she said, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. “I have already appointed him as the commander of the Vanquisher Army. It seems, my esteemed elders, that you have some catching up to do.”

“Tell Len, if he doesn’t bring that person back, he won't be able to return to the Quaid family forever!” Quentin flapped his sleeves in fury. The butler wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and nodded in response. “Yes, Old Master.” After that, he backed up and prepared to retreat. The intensity flowing from Quentin’s body was too scary, especially his battle-tested and murderous aura. It was absolutely daunting! “Wait a minute!” Quentin stood on top of the high hall with his hands behind his back. With his pair of ferocious eyes glaring, he coldly said, “Contact the Longford family of Riverdale.”

came the now slightly-nasal and much-less-booming voice. "Because you have the tackiest entrances of anyone I've ever met," Tarloh grumbled. Lothar, or Lothar the Magnificent as he liked to be called, was a wizard from Los Angeles who had been helping Tarloh and the Strays in recent months try and identify the source of the Hellspawn threat. It was Lothar who had directed them towards the legends of the Elder Gods. "Tacky?!" Lothar blurted. "I worked hard on that entrance!"

Maybe when the information said he was bound they meant he was bound here forced to stay out of Asgard. Sköll had my interest when I searched next mainly because that monster Leland was right I was blind. I remember his comment about me being so blind that I didn't even see him for what he was, I know now that he was a charismatic devious wolf that had a knack for causing trouble. Same with his brother Hati which I can safely say is Nikolai, who is broody and short tempered but him being the darker of the two prefers to be left alone which explains why he never came around much. But now I know why he never spoke of his parents, it all made sense as I put the pieces together. But what didn't

Charlie smiled and said, “Brother, you seem to be in a good mood. What good things have happened recently?” Hamed said seriously, “The fact that there is no war is already a good thing. You can see that my base is becoming more and more like that. The safer my base is, the more I can feel at ease.” Charlie nodded. After that, he introduced Porter, who was next to him, as he spoke up and said, “Come, Brother. Let me introduce you. This is Porter Waldron, the lord of Ten Thousand Armies.”

Thorian chuckled in response, his amusement clear in his eyes, causing Rolf to roll his own eyes in mock exasperation. Thorian, never one to shy away from a challenge, responded with a hint of bravado. "Now, we all know that's a joke, because you won't survive a minute on a battleground with me," he boasted confidently. Rolf frowned, acknowledging the undeniable truth in Thorian's words. Thorian's strength, inherited from his lycan lineage, was unparalleled, and he was destined to become the next king, overshadowing his royal lineage.

But he was already turning to face the crowd. “My name is Farrell Alaric. Firstborn son of Alpha Alaric Dane. And rightful heir to the Lycan throne.” The room exploded in gasps. “What the hell is he saying?” Elise whispered beside me. I glared at Farrell. I wished I could strangle him here and now. Not this again. He was always claiming right to the throne when we knew how pointless it was. at first, I thought he was always doing it to annoy me but now, it seemed like he had a bigger plan.

Quinton sternly commanded. "I must report this to His Majesty first," Ferb insisted. "His Majesty hasn't rested for 24 hours. I'm in command now. Are you going to disobey my orders?" Quinton pressured. "I dare not," Ferb replied. "Then, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and take your troops to the border! The front line in West Aridlands is under heavy gunfire. The reinforcements from the Central Plains have yet to reach. "If Diatoran loses the war because of you, you'll become the biggest sinner in Diatoran. By then, everyone will despise you!"