Lord Farquad Novels & Stories

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?"

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. Frederick immediately kicked him away. "Just in time, my foot!"

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.

They could never tell when Quattro might cause trouble again. According to Perthacus, the Forladtt Land was a mysterious place with unpredictable dangers. James might even have trouble protecting himself there. If they were to send Quattro there, he might not even last long inside that ancient battlefield.

He suddenly recognized the helpless orphan he had tortured so long ago. Devrim's eyes narrowed. "That is not my name. I am Emperor Devrim, husband to Her Majesty, Empress Aurora and foremost warrior in Valiant. I will defeat you." Ledford was shocked by the revelation. But it changed nothing. This man beneath him must die. The Captain pulled a knife from his belt and leaned back to finish off the Emperor. In a swift movement, Devrim pulled his knees to his chest and kicked Leford with all his might.

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.

There were tens of thousands of members within the ranks of Regal Palace, from the Five Kings and eighteen generals, down to the general staff or members, and they all treated Tyr like a god. “You don’t have to be so nervous. I’m seeking you out this time to deliver news to you,” said Tyr. “Do tell, Palace Master,” Faron Quintus hurriedly responded. “Your father, Lewis Quintus, has passed.” Crackle!!! On the other end of the line, Faron was horror-struck. A constant buzz invaded his mind.

He takes a fighting stance, glaring over at me, getting ready to attack. I let out a loud roar stopping him. "It's over, take your mother and go," I say glaring at him, not wanting to kill him. He's Lisa's mate and she wants him, but if I have to I will kill him. Hearing that his mother is still alive ease his stance a bit. He slowly shifts back, still glaring at me. "Fred go get his mother." I look over at Fred and watch as he quickly takes off, heading back to the castle.

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.”

But everyone knows they’re still smarting from it. And Lord Faruk isn’t stupid, though he might be slimy. He could have learned from his ancestors’ mistakes—and his cousin Rowena’s successes—that the only real way to remove a Som from the throne is to attack us in the dark, like cowards. “I believe the times for your daily rides have been improving,” I offer gladly. “I don’t recall asking for your opinion, boy.” He glances at his own horse, then at another buckskin named Tulum, stabled nearby.