Block Tales Griefer Fanart Novels & Stories

My breasts tingle, my hands sizzle with the need to reach out and touch him. I don’t know what he reads on my face but his eyes have gone cold again and his voice is even more intimidating. “Put down the cloth.” I’m no good at following orders, never have been, especially those given by men. I have no idea why the cloth slips from my fingers and lands in the bowl. Dagger leans in and picks it up. His chest is inches from my eyes and his tats fill my vision. The ink appears prison-grade, but the artwork is intricate. A Grim Reaper stands over a crying woman holding a swaddled baby. The design weaves into swirls of flowers with branches that turn to thorns as they flow further out across his c

“They’re so glowy.” “Oh shut up Uncle,” I said feeling a little annoyed. He tried a tentative swing, then, foolishly, a second, broader one. The hellblade sang and left a red brushstroke hanging a heartbeat in the air, as if the night itself had been painted. “Uncle,” I said, catching his wrist. “Stop being a hillbilly. This isn’t a toy.” “It’s pretty damn cool,” he said, a reluctant grin breaking through. “But yes. I would also like to keep all my limbs.”

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

She draws out the words, eyes glittering with glee. "I am dedicated," I say. "There's a reason I'm not going, it's just... personal." I'm sure that must sound extremely stupid. Beth's eyes twinkle. "Well, I guess not all Enfablers are for life. There are always gonna be wannabes". It's ironic that Beth would say that. She and the other Bs only really got into Fable at the end of last year, but since then they've made up for lost time. The Three Bs are the kinds of girls who give Enfablers a bad name. Sending threats to the boys' girlfriends on Twitter. Hating on other fandoms. Turning fans against each other.

"That's awesome, man! You're really forcing back a Scion rank nine!" He was Scion rank one too, but he was clearly having a hard time as he faced off against several Scion rank threes himself. Fafnir's eyes lit up as he watched Caleb even more worshipfully now! Whoosh! At the same time, Caleb swung the Guardian on top of Tamel's head, bellowing, "World Burial Sword, Third Style—Skybreaker!" Feeling the terrible might bearing down upon him, Tamel promptly swung his saber upward, launching the silhouette of a wolf at Caleb as he bellowed, "Howling Wolf Gale!"

“Under pack law, you’ll be judged. Scented. Bound. They’ll decide if you’re an omen… or an infection.” Sable’s stomach rolled. “Cut the bond out,” she whispered, remembering the fear. Garrick’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s ugly.” Caelan’s voice came harsh, vibrating through Sable’s bones. If they try, I’ll kill them. Sable flinched. “You can’t—” “I can,” Caelan said, and for the first time his voice sounded less ghost and more predator. Lyra lifted her hand, palm down.