The Pretty Prince and the Beast King
Then, a pair of eyes ignited—not green, not red, but a pale, milky white.
"The Drowned King," Fenris whispered, his fur standing on end. "Malachi didn't just send Harvesters. He let the pets out."
A massive, bloated shape began to haul itself out of the water, its skin translucent and mapped with rotting veins. It had too many limbs, and its mouth was a vertical slit of needle-teeth.
"Stay behind me," Kaelor ordered, his eyes turning a shadowed, murderous gold. He gripped his blade. "Aradaa, sing. Sing like your life depends on it."