Cruel King Block Tales Fanart Mga Nobela at Kwento

The paintings were so old but the materials were fine and that shows off a great artist craft. Among these paintings was one that belonged to the old king of the blood moon pack, the one who ambushed my pack, killed my parents and my people and enslaved us here for over a hundred years. King Cyprus. I looked at Noah, he was focused in his work. My engraved spirit surfaced, and I took the sponge to scrub the canvas. However, as I raised the sponge to the painting, “Hey! What are you doing?” Fuck! My head snapped around and my eyes locked with the princess of Blood Moon pack, Princess Beatrice.

Let me take you back in time when Kings rule Not a fancy Royal tale But an Uncivilized Urban Story Not the kind of King over Whom the kingdom depends But a King For Whom People hide and escaped A King who Isn't known as Hero but a Blood King A King who doesn't give people relief but steal things and kill them brutally Not A Golden Crown with Golden Throne decorated with jewel But A Stolen Jewel Crown with Gold Throne Decorated with bearskin Not a Delicate Queen But a lowly Sharp-tongued Slave

“Or at least, it’s similar to one of his quotes.” She nodded. “Does all of Black Crimson’s art illustrate some fairy tale or another?” I sent her a curious glance. Motioning behind her, she explained. “Well, that one was obviously Rapunzel. And the one before was the Big Bad Wolf, right?” “Holy shit,” I cried, gaping at her before shaking my head and returning my attention to the road. “I think you’re right. I remember another one having some guy leaning over a sleeping woman and one had a mermaid on it, which must be—”

Doreon laid his hand on the wood of the table, gently caressing it. "I'm not just talking about Nathan Fannil. I'm talking about all five fucking kings who would rather stay locked up in their castles polishing their stupid crowns than look around, see how the world falls apart, while they do nothing but hunt, kill and fuck them. I'm talking about planting those damn crowns in their flesh and covering their salt with blood, their blood, until red is the only color in every castle." The ardor in his eyes became stronger and they shone brighter, as the room became almost red-hot.

Laurier and I immediately looked at each other and he just shrugged his shoulders so I immediately glared at him. "What are we going to do now!?" I softly shouted at him. "Dear king! Madam Yoka is gone! The one you have appointed to rule this whole place!" I hear the King's cursed . I was just surprised when Laurier suddenly covered my both ears with his two hands. "Tsk, tsk. There's a child here, it's bad to be influenced by bad language, isn't it?" He immediately looked at me. I kick his hand hard right away so he laughed again.

******************* Princess Kaylan was reading a book in her room when her maid showed up and informed her the King had summoned her. All the blood in her veins dried up immediately. "Do you know why?" She asked nervously, her book still in her hand. "I'm sorry I don't, my Princess. Princess Cara wa actually the one who'd informed me about it on my way to the laundry" the maid answered with a polite bow and Cara stood up immediately. Oh! She's always been so scared of the King and never wanted to do anything that'd make her stay alone in the room with him. The King was a nice man, yes. But the stories she's heard about him were just too aweful. How mighty he was in battle, strong, fierce, h

“I should be thanking you. For rescuing me from my shattered world and healing my soul.” Our eyes held. No words were needed to feel the flood of emotions between us. “I love you, my Feisty Queen,” he whispered. A wide smile spread across my face. “And I love you too, MY RUTHLESS LYCAN KING.” And with that, surrounded by the ones I loved, with Ivy’s spirit never far, my story found its peace. THE END

The fabric shimmered with hues of deep crimson and silver, a nod to the united packs they now ruled over as one. An artist worked meticulously, his brush capturing every detail of the royal pair as they posed for their first King’s Book portrait. This one would mark the beginning of their reign, a symbol of the new era that had dawned with the merging of Malakai and Amani’s packs into the Kingdom of Bloodmoon.

If you were caught, you would end up in a whole new one, depending on who exactly bought you. Usually the buyers are powerful men who are looking for toys to pass the time. They used you. They fucked you. They abused you, and then they either threw you away or killed you. That was the fate you faced, but some were worse than others, and my buyer was the worst there was. Diego Aguilar is the most ruthless and cold-blooded king to exist in thousands of years. And the only lycan to exist in our world. He killed without blinking, and if you crossed him even a bit, he would destroy you no matter who you were.

Each radiated the same suffocating darkness as the first rider. The crimson-cloaked king smiled. "My name..." He placed one hand over his chest. "...is King Astar." "And you." He looked at Maya with open amusement. "Stand before an army, a selected band of warlocks, and five dragons." Thousands of soldiers laughed as the hooded mages raised glowing staffs. Above them, the five enslaved dragons roared together. Only Maya's dragon answered. One against five. One girl... Against an entire kingdom. “Despite your amazing power,” Astar said to the amusement of his soldiers, “you have no chance, Girl. If you give up now and become my Rona, I will spare you.”