Cruel King Block Tales Fanart Novels & Stories

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

I interrupted her, "Don't call me honey. It disgusts me. When you were having fun with Greg in the car, did you ever think about this day? When you were trying to kick me out of the house, did you ever think about this day? This is the path you chose, and you'll see it through, even if you have to crawl to get to the end of it." With that said, I rolled up the car window. Joanna desperately clung to the car door. "No! Don't go! Noah, you can't be so cruel!" As she watched my departing car, her eyes filled with remorse. If only... Unfortunately, there were no do-overs in life. The light turned green. I stepped on the gas pedal and sped away. At that moment, the cold, mechanical voice in my mi

I had to bite back laughter watching the Lycan king devour cheap grilled fish, oil smearing the corner of his lips. “Your Majesty—” I laughed freely. “A king shouldn’t eat like that.” He wiped his mouth with a cloth. “I’m hungry.” “Oh… so unrefined.” “Veya, you’re getting bolder with me,” he growled, his golden eyes glinting with teasing danger. “Have you forgotten who I am?” I smiled wide, cupping my cheeks. “I know. But outside the palace, I see a different version of my king.” He studied me for a long moment, then let out a soft laugh. After that, we stopped at a fabric stall. The merchant tried to cheat us with an inflated price. But King Rael scented the lie like blood in water.

Most of them are faded right now, but some scars are not physical. Murmurs went up in the crowd. Looks of disgust were sent to Jonathan who began to get angry. “These were taken by the Vampire King. And think twice before you say you have never seen them before or that the vampire King inflicted them to paint you in a bad light. If you do go down that route, you will have to present evidence to that effect,” the Alpha king said to Jonathan who looked physically enraged.

The guard there nodded his head and opened the door, letting us inside. “Right this way, Alpha Elio is expecting you.” The other man said with a charming smile on his face. That alone lets me know that I shouldn't trust him. When we got to the throne room, I couldn't stop myself from gasping at how handsome the king was. He has jet-black hair and the sharpest pair of eyes that were staring at me. I couldn't tell the color of his eyes from here, but I'll assume that they are Grey. My knees almost gave out because of the scent that was coming off him in waves. The scent stirred my wolf and took her out of her hiding spot. The scent of sandalwood that lets me know that he's my mate.

Artalio said softly as he stood up from his throne, his different colored eyes changing to a deep crimson filled to the brim with unknown emotions along with the trembling tail and ears. “Helen Fergana, you are beautiful,” he muttered in a daze as his feelings overflowed from his words. “Ah! Your Highness?!” Feral yelped in shock as he was swooped into the embrace of King Artalio who held onto him so dearly like a most prized possession. “What shall I do… to make you mine?” he muttered with deep desire into Feral’s ears which made them tremble as they flushed red. ‘Fuck! Why am I still sensitive there even in Feral’s body?!’

I feel like I’ve seen that back somewhere before. Author’s bullshit Reminder again, that the Fae King’s story is in my book Blood Bound

Sora found the whole situation and the Alpha king's behavior almost amusing. Despite the fact that his daughter was murdered, he was behaving as if nothing bad had happened. They were standing in a room that was painted with the blood of the last heiress to the werewolf kingdom, yet the King was busy taunting his younger brother. Sora couldn't help but think that the king was mentally retarted. “Did you really think I would let you get away with everything that you did? I have been waiting for this moment in my life when I can snatch everything away from you as well. Just like what you did to me.” Alpha King spat bitterly at his brother.

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!”

she said proudly. Whatever! "Yeah, yeah. You are". I pretend to chime in with her. "So, tell me something uncle. Between your princess and that aunty who is your Queen, who do you still love most amongst us?". "Yes dear, I'll always love you" "Kyaaah! Uncle loves me more, Mommy" She said squealing while facing her Mom. "Yes, my dear, Uncle does loves you a lot. Now go and meet aunt Zahara, tell her mommy has asked her to out you to bed. Mommy need to have a private talk with your king, okay?"