Romans & histoires Cruel King Block Tales Fanart

she catches the flying dagger that passed right through him in her other hand. "Ha ha, it's useless." He taunts as she continually slashes and stabs at his incorporeal form to no avail. Then, as she misses another thrust, his arm rematerializes and his claws rake across her side. "Gah!" she cries backing away. Looking at his hand, she sees metallic claws covered in her blood. “Those don’t look natural,” she grunts “Call it a company upgrade,” he snickers, licking the blood from his claw, “you don’t taste all that natural yourself”

******************* 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

Causing glasses of orange juice to spill out across the wood. “We tested it, it’s completely safe, and she should have almost no ill effects from it.” His face was beat red in anger at his niece for questioning him. “You think I would take the chance of killing my prize?” Bile was rising in my throat, and it was taking everything I had not to empty the little contents of my stomach onto the table. It might be safe for me now, but how many faeries had he killed attempting to get this formula right. I could almost imagine my people writhing on the dungeon floor of the castle in so much pain they begged for death, as the iron ate away at their magic and burned the inside of their body. This kin

White hair hanging in strands around his hateful eyes. The King, I realized. That was what he called himself, anyway, but he was really just a monster who had gone insane from inhaling fumes that caused visions and sickness. The scenes kept coming and coming and coming, faster and faster until they were all a blur with no beginning or end. Andrei in a cage hanging over dark, stinking water. Natalia running through tunnels with the baby clutched in her arms. The King looming behind her, his shadow growing far larger than it should have on the wall behind him. A vial of poisoned water that couldn’t touch her for reasons none of us could know yet.

And there a gruesome creature was revealed in front of the king's eyes. King Astius was stunned for awhile. His eyes fixed upon the enormously strange creature for a moment as his breath quickened, letting out a mouthful of air from his dropping jaw. "Your majesty! Please help me!" cried the royal adviser. But the owl keychain buried deeper into the king's palms. With that, he couldn't hear the royal adviser anymore. He was blinded by what he saw and the excruciating pain on his palm as though a huge nail was piercing into it. For as every moment when he tried to refuse the truth, the pain seemed to rise like a smoke from a fire. He had never seen such a thing in his whole life. But he was a

Dea gasped quietly, the drawing was of the ice king, he looked younger, beside him was a female version of the ice prince, the princess sat beside the prince; her face bore feature's similar to the king's As Ochen flipped the pages she saw more drawings of my the ice king... and the black witch. She had black hair like silk and cold obsidian eyes. Her demeanor was black, too; most drawings depicted sour expressions on her face. She wondered how the king didn't realise the witch was evil and felt a pang in her chest as she remembered the broken expression on the king's face upon leaving his son's office. Indeed, the king found the witch was evil; but he deciphered it too late.

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.

His kingdom not only contained Dark Faeries, but under his rule there was the trolls, ogres, the were community answers to him as well, pixies and the nasty little leprechauns that Belle despises. "Sorry Aaron I had a visitor that showed up unannounced." She walked up to him and smiled. For a king he was very powerful. He had elite warriors that could steal other faerie powers. Which made them even more scarier. To Jasmine that would be scary but to her it made her respect him even more. "Oh my god Aaron, you will not believe what Belle is!" Belle's head snapped so fast and her eye's narrowed dead straight on Jasmine. "Jasmine, what did I say earlier before we came down here."

Their golden blood splattered across the mud, mixing with rain until the ground was painted red and gold. “Your wings will look good in my collection!” I snarled, jaws clamping around a fairy warrior’s throat. His scream cut short. His body fell limp. Through the chaos, I saw him. The fairy king. Sitting frozen on his golden throne, disbelief carved into his face. And beside me, Caleb moved. Slow. Steady. A predator savoring every step. His black armor gleamed with runes, his smile cruel. “Please, stop this!” the fairy king begged, standing. “Leave my people! You’re slaughtering us!”