Cruel King Block Tales Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

She bombarded me with so many questions whilst pouting, while Dad and her mother laughed at us. This girl talks too much. I don't even know how many of her questions will I answer. "Summaiyya, listen to me carefully, okay?" " Okay, uncle". She answered battling her innocent long eyelashes at me. "Yes, uncle has a queen now but, that doesn't mean that uncle doesn't love you anymore, okay? And baby, you can't be uncle's queen but only, as uncle's princess" "But why is that uncle? Why can't I be your queen? Is that aunty who is now your Queen more beautiful than me?". She sadly asked.

He’s the spider and you’re the fly. A hand tangled itself in my hair, yanking me from my mind and throwing me into reality, where a cry of pain was the first sound I heard. My cry. “Never.” He hissed. The King hissed in my ear, “Never do that again or I’ll cut your hand.” ***

"And Aris—or Daphne—don't wait for the next summit to show your hand. The world is much more fun when you have the right partner to explore with." I watched him walk away, the night air finally feeling clear. The thieves were in cells, the crown was back on the rightful head, and for the first time in three years, the road ahead wasn't a steep decline with broken brakes. It was wide open.

As they argued, their voices fused into a symphony of ideas, representing the kingdom's commitment to equality and justice. Meanwhile, the Sapphire Crown's arts district thrived. A painter stood before a large canvas, her brush moving in rhythm with the music that filled the air. As she painted, the canvas blossomed with the vibrant colors of the kingdom, the strokes embodying the values of the Sapphire Crown - love, unity, and determination. This was more than art; it was a testament to the kingdom's spirit.

Was there a hint of mortification in his demeanor every time he lied about my appearance here? “In the royal quarters?” She asked, baffled by his words. I could tell that she hadn’t bought his lie. She was still glaring at me and I could tell what was coming next. “I can do whatever I want, Kiara. This is my castle!” King Dane fired back. This looked like it was going to spiral out of control and I never thought I would be the bone of contention between two lycans. I swore I would have made the whole Silvermoon pack proud if they were here to see this.

The woman who brushed my hair at night and taught me how to read ancient texts and how to smile without revealing anything real. The woman who told me she loved me. The words blur for a moment. I blink and force them into focus. Kael steps closer. Not leaning over my shoulder. Not interrupting. Just close enough that I feel him. I begin to read. “She grows beautifully. Curious. Quiet. Her mind sharpens quickly. It will not be long now before the king notices her.” My chest goes tight. The next line is worse. “She must never realise she is being shaped.” My breath catches.

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!”

♱ ⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅ ♱ There were many stories within the world of the novel that I read. Among the various stories, there was one that told about the first love of the demon king. The king of all monsters and the one who brought about the destruction of peace and balance. The one who caused the chaos. Particularly, this was always my favorite story. The one that told in the sweetest way how Callisto - the king of the entire underworld and lower plane - fell madly in love with the purest being ever created.