Lord Farquad Novels & Stories

Quillion Van Kirk, with his signature crimson cloak billowing behind him, turned the corner, nearly colliding with Elder Mauritius Carmichael. Elder Mauritius, clad in his dark ceremonial robes, his salt and pepper hair glinting in the light, steadied himself. His piercing gaze locked onto Quillion, the weight of decades reflected in his storm-gray eyes. "It’s time to end this, Quillion," he said, his voice as sharp and unyielding as the edge of a blade. “Time to face our old friend Marcus Fitz.” The name sent a heavy punch in his gut. Quillion’s jaw tightened, his pale blue eyes narrowing. His hand instinctively brushed against the hilt of his sword, the faint hum of latent power rippling t

Elard said, bowing his head to leave. Brak! Several cups fell as King Arsen jumped from his throne and stood in front of Elard. "I always trust you, Elard. You, the descendant of the tiger shapeshifter, are a great war commander with extraordinary tactics. You're a master of strategy, and I don't doubt your ability. I'm sure you're like your ancestors," Raja Arsen said without hesitation. "My son is right, Elard. Just tell me your plan, this is an order!" Queen Mother Layla provoked.

He was trying to hide his intentions by sounding stern and impervious. "I am sorry milord. Right away sir." Quad put down the garments that he had been folding and walked out of the room to attend to what his master had summoned him to do. He did it so fast and was back shortly. "Maiden Jen, milord," he announced curtsying as he turned to leave. He left as his master got up to meet the chief maiden whose eyes were downcast as she stood by the door not taking many steps into his room. He knew the kind of power his family held over the Green kingdom beyond all doubt better than the other kingdoms.

Deleav had had an exceptional day at the palace. After his usual day of rewriting historical scribes and drawing maps, which also served as his cover, he had found the parchment containing the information about the true leader of the Collective, Marlon's father. He had spent years searching for this document in disguise as a palace historian. He was on his way out when he noticed the Mercenary turned General of the Zuff army, Torunn. His cronies were with him along with yet another courtesan.

The fairies were arriving at about the same time, most of them forming a circle around the little clearing. "All hail His Great and Royal Majesty the Most Illustrious Leader Frolthac of the Colony of Nature's Glory and Her Delectable and Most Beautiful Majesty Queen Lillia of Nature's Glory. All bow and tremble at their brilliance," announced Thorias, Captain of the Guard. Shamira bowed. Yosyp bowed. Renata bowed while snickering slightly and trying not to smirk. She thought faeries were just too damn funny. "He said it all in one breath again," Renata whispered.

DEARON It would have been unfortunate to kill the Prince of the kingdom you had just allied with, and yet my mind was currently filled with all kinds of murderous thoughts. Seth Calogero was Alpha Hagan Calogero's younger son and one of the four Generals in the Farindorian army. The worst possible combination of a noble and a warrior. In other words, he was an arrogant asshole who believed he could have anything he desired. Right now, his eyes were on Kaira.

"Yours is somethin' I don't even recognize. What'd you do? Heard your company dragged two direwolves back from the grave. Stem cells? Some magic brew? Or some vicious curse from the Moon Goddess herself? Bet your half-dead ex-husband Lucas Farrow wouldn't recognize it either." Lucas Farrow. The name hit me like a fist, and my hands clenched, nails digging into my palms until I felt the sting. Lycidas saw it, his lips curling into a sadistic grin. "He's in agony every damn day, but he only screams your name when it gets too bad." "You're gettin' old and chatty," I snapped, shoving down the tremor in my voice.

I remarked, rising from my seat and circling the table to stand before Alpha Killian, my gaze locking on him. Fear flickered in his eyes, swiftly masked by false confidence. Intriguing. “Have you ever heard of the Lycan King?” I inquired, my tone low and measured. “And what's your name?” “They don't exist; it's folklore. I'm Alpha Killian,” he retorted, meeting my gaze head-on.

"I can't lose Cairh." "Oh my poor girl, you did nothing wrong." She gushed. "The new arrangements were necessary. Alpha Zed has left a huge hole with his death, a hole that has to be filled by somebody. Our Cairh doesn't stand a chance alone but standing together with Anya? There is no one else more qualified for that role than him. He will be entering The Alpha Haul, Seraya and he may be our next Alpha. You wouldn't stand in the way of his greatness would you?" "For power." I sounded it out, unable to believe my ears. "He broke my heart for a stupid title? You broke our betrothal of eleven years! Just for some stupid title?!"

Ford slowly stood up from his chair, his amber eyes flashing with a sudden, lethal brightness that made the Elder choke on his next word. "Are you still talking shit about the leadership of this pack while standing inside our hall?" Ford growled, his voice carrying a heavy, suffused layer of Alpha dominance that forced the guards near the door to lower their heads. "Fabian is an authorized Alpha of this territory. It seems to me, Elder, that you are the one trying to commit an act of treason by instigating a rift between the rulers. Keep speaking, and I will lock you in the basement myself."