Novel & Cerita Cruel King Block Tales Fanart

THE KING'S STUDY ROOM The King sat on his chair as he stared at the paintings before him, one was the painting of a boy's back view, and though the figure wore a male clothing one could still see the delicate features that belonged to a female. her brown hair tied in a ponytail floating in the air as she ran. While the other painting was a portrait of a young lady, her hazel eyes bright as she wore a beautiful smile, her brown hair flowed freely and fell on both sides. The King kept staring at the two portraits when he heard a knock. “come in” he uttered his gaze not leaving the portraits, the masked guests earlier walked in, They wore leather trousers and shirts. “Kael” the lady called out

' thought Charlotte with a smirk . " Aa I told you , this world is ruled by a powerful king who's a real-life dragon . In comparison with others !.....................he usually wears a bid mask that covered his whole face when he comes to the human world......His appearance.........is.....really unsightly ! A beast ! " said the king with a serious expression . " A dragon ?! A beast ?!........What does such a horrible creature want from us ?! " said princess Sara with a chill . The king ordered the three girls to stand in front of his working desk then looked at the letter .

The King grabbed her hair, yanking her up. “Open your eyes.” he demanded. Maybe he’d release her if he found her reactions to be boring, she thought. Hope rose in her as she slowly opened her eyes as commanded, but it soon died when she came face to face with his groin. “Put it in your mouth.” he said as he pried Keanna’s lips apart. If she refused, she’d die. Immediately she understood, women who couldn’t satisfy the King in the bedroom died. The King’s eyes beamed with desire as she pushed it into the gaps of her opened lips. A rancid smell pierced her nose and she could almost taste it.

This is so cruel of King Maeko 😭😭 Taking them captive against their will 💔💔💔 One name for King Maeko...

I ignored him and nudged closer to the girl. "This drawing here…" I pointed at the first drawing that captured my attention when I woke up. "What does it mean?" "Oh! The man on the throne is a King, he's a very powerful king with the powers of the moon. The people on the floor are those he slain in anger and more are going to be slain by him." "Are..?" She nodded. "It's the future." "Who is the name of the king?" "I don't know but there's only one male that possesses the power of the moon"

“The Oracle has chosen you as the rightful partner of the 47th King of the Lycan Realm, Callisto del Amathea.” There's silence in the hall, but Rhea can hear the relieved sighs of those who were not forced to marry the new King who, despite being young and newly crowned, has a cruel reputation. The Lycan Realm is a brutal place in its own, but Callisto managed to make a name for himself by dethroning his own father, displaying the former king's head as a trophy. His personality is said to be as cold as the harshest of winters. That his eyes are as sharp as his claws… And there are also those who say that Callisto's pheromones are so strong and intimidating, that he's able to make alphas thro

He couldn't open his mouth and ask Ariti to leave—which would mean that he was telling him to leave with all hopes of getting his sister back—and he also couldn't give Maria to him because that would mean subjecting her to more suffering by his hands—and living without his mate. His silence rang loud and clear, clearer than the hushed whispers of his people as they watched him. "Well," Ariti spoke again. "There you have it. Your king has just guaranteed my return and by extension, guaranteed more deaths in this kingdom." He waved the sorceress over and she got up reluctantly, glaring at Bran, her look telling him that the fight wasn't over. "Come, we have somewhere to be. And of course by so

The air smelled of dust and old paper. “So, I did a bit of digging using the names you provided. It was hard, but I remembered reading a bit about him years ago,” she said, sliding a picture toward me. It was a drawing in a slightly cartoonish, old-fashioned font, but the distinguishing features were unmistakable. The dark blonde hair, the piercing green eyes. “Let me introduce you to King Alaric Anjou the Third. The King of all humans, werewolves, and magical creatures alike.”

Its been drawn at the center of the kingdom's flag. I flipped the first pages and met a rough sketch of someone with eyes. Its just a face. Wow! I was marveled with how perfect the image was. But then.... Why didn't the artist add eyes to the boy's face?? It must be King Lee's work. He's a very good artist. I went through the next page and couldn't hide the fear that gripped me at the moment - King Lee's father. It was a rough sketch of his upper body. Yes, it was rough but I could still tell it was him.

I asked the servant who was told to accompany me. “Oh, he is King Jackob Arkhan, Princess. It could be said that King Jackob Arkhan is the second strongest king in the world after King Alden and King Aldan. His land holdings became the most extensive, with wealth and captive packs even stretching from all corners of the world. So he was feared by the other Alpha Kings, and was known as the cold-blooded Alpha King.” Immediately the hairs on the back of my neck tingled completely when I heard that, Cold-blooded King was a truly terrifying term. I can imagine how many werewolf lives he had destroyed.