Block Tales Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

The middle one retorted, shoving me on my knees in front of me. Dread filled me as they started to unbuckle their belts. I stole a fearful look at the door, realizing with dread that I couldn’t make it out of here. I was trapped with the three monsters. The emotions I have been trying to hold back ever since I encountered them came flowing out of me in full force. Tears stream down my face as one of them reaches out to trace the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. Despite the situation, pride wouldn’t allow me to beg, to plead for them to let me go, especially when I know they get off on them. The middle one was the first to thrust into my mouth with no warning, while the others stood wit

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

“It consumes them.” --- END OF CHAPTER 73 Kael didn’t win. He didn’t lose. He changed the rules. And now— Something far deeper was coming to test whether those new rules could survive. ---

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

I stood there, my hands shaking, the pack’s eyes on me, their awe and fear pressing like chains. ‎ ‎I wanted to run, to escape the truth, but my feet wouldn’t move. Rex stood close, his red eyes watching me, raw with something I couldn’t name—guilt, maybe, or regret. His hand hovered near my arm, like he wanted to steady me, but I stepped back, my throat tight. “Don’t,” I said again, my voice sharper now, cutting through the silence. ‎ ‎“Talia,” he started, his voice low, but a shout from the courtyard broke the moment. A pack member stumbled in, bloodied, his eyes wide. “Alpha,” he gasped, “more are coming. They’re not done.”

“The dead really do walk in Nightfell.” The estate shuddered as another strike hit the outer wards. This time, the runes along the Binding Room door flickered, and Sable felt her earlier command fully drain from her body. Guards and elders exhaled like puppets whose strings had been cut. Weapons lifted. Chaos tried to rush in. Maeven shoved herself against the threshold barrier, face white with effort. “MOVE,” she snapped at Sable. “Now. Before they turn you into a trophy.” Sable’s ribs screamed as she shifted. “Where—”

“It will break, and you will break with it.” “Not today,” I said, and drove my claws into its chest. The scream that followed shook dust from the chains above, but the song died with it. The others shrieked once, then dissolved into black mist that retreated down the tunnel as fast as it had come. Silence crashed over the chamber. The stranger looked at the chains, then at me. “The second blow has been turned. For now.” Seren sheathed her blade. “And the third?” The stranger’s gaze didn’t leave me. “The third isn’t a fight.”

The faint image of Morgana’s shadowy form appeared before them, her mocking laughter echoing through the depths. “This isn’t over,” Alex said through gritted teeth. “No,” Morgana replied, her voice dripping with malice. “It’s only just begun.” End of Chapter 31 This chapter brings the group closer to completing their mission while intensifying Morgana’s influence over Alex. The battle with the leviathan and the stabilization of the second anchor sets the stage for the final, most dangerous challenge ahead.

Chapter Thirty Chaos The sound of stacking wood echoed around the courtyard. Nora wincing each time the wood was dropped, her eyes locked on Jace who was still slumped over on the ground. She shut her eyes and tried to fixate on him and see if she could hear his heart. Her heart pounding in her chest was the only sound she could hear as she fought back tears. It couldn’t end like this. She looked out over the courtyard, her heart sinking even more, her pack members struggling to not fight. Every time one of them moved so much as moved an inch, the guards fired the wolfbane poisoned water onto them. The moon starts to peek out against the sunset. She squeezed her eyes shut and begged the mo

As if she were stuck. More than anything, she felt pain. A dull, throbbing pain in her lower right side, and in her stomach. It must be from where she’d been stabbed. “What you are going through is normal,” Caleb said softly. “Don’t be afraid. We all go through it when we are first turned. It will get better. I promise you. The pain will go away.” She wanted to smile, to reach up and caress his face. The sound of his voice made everything perfect in the world. It made all of this worth it. She would be with him forever, now, and that gave her hope.