Novel & Cerita Cruel King Block Tales Fanart

RAJVARDHAN POV "I will burn you alive" I hissed in a very low voice as his suggestion was totally absurd. "Something more painful," The king said roaring in his voice with the seriousness behind his tone and the deadly eyes. "More painful?" I looked at him instantly, What he wanted else for such a delicate fairy angel. If she would be pierced in pieces, Butter would come out of them. "Yes, that dancer dared to kill the power of Mahabaleshgarh. I will make sure that she suffers the most painful death,"

They both stupidly just stood their naked and looking at me with foolish looks on thier dumb faces. “What the hell are you looking at! Get dressed at least ! How dare you stand naked in front of your future queen!” I shouted and they both frantically bent down and looked around for their clothes that were tossed around my art gallery. I watched them with so much hatred in my eyes ,how could my boyfriend and my best friend betray me like this ? How dare they betray the princess and future Alpha Queen of the Crescent Moon Pack, it’s just unbelievable and silently hoped that this is all some nightmare.

Understanding what she meant, sol took the dagger from her hand and slit the palm of his right hand before clenching his fist. Blood slowly, very slowly began to dribble from his palm. The wound, to the surprise of Sol already showing signs of closing. Finally With a splash, one drop of his blood touched the hexagram. "I, Camelia Castitas. Suprême daughter of Castitas, beseech the goddesses to accept my request on the behalf of Sol Luxuria, crown prince and future king of Lustburg." The hexagram immediately went from a deep scarlet to a deep golden. A flash of light immediately enveloped them.

Not outward like blood. But inward— A collapse. His body went still instantly. Too still. The glow in his eyes vanished. The air shifted again— But this time— It felt empty. Aria’s breath caught. “Is he—” “Gone,” the King said flatly. But even as the word left his mouth— Something else happened. The man’s chest began to burn. Not metaphorically. Literally. Dark symbols carved themselves into his skin— Glowing. Alive. Aria stepped forward despite herself.

Under the ground of Alex's bedroom, there were several people tied up with chains. What. the. actual. fuck.... My heart was beating fast and my feet was stuck to the ground at the same time. "Please help us...." One of them muttered weakly. I noticed that they all had the snake tattoo on their arms. "Who... What...." Words were totally failing me because of the shock. Of course the man I met, who is hot as hell, gives great sex and makes me feel safe, is a psychopath who has a secret underground room where he tortures people.

High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne. The entire room fell silent. The king descended the steps one by one. His presence filled the chamber like a rising storm. Adrian remained still as Vaelreth approached. Only when the king stopped directly in front of him did Adrian realize the wound in his shoulder had worsened. Blood ran down his arm. Vaelreth noticed immediately. His gaze darkened. “You’re injured.” “It’s nothing.” The king reached out before Adrian could react. His clawed hand closed gently around Adrian’s wrist.

“It is a tale of the Summer King and it even has illustrations. It was Cyrus himself that drew them out.” The illustrator Cyrus was the only one allowed to capture royalty’s images into parchment. Any other person who tried found their ways into prison. “Here she is, The Concubine herself.” Said Syrelia. She handed the book to him and he gazed at the face that stared back at him placidly. The face was terribly identical to Freya’s, if perhaps Freya became more gentle, more noble and more cultured. Though eerily familiar, the face lacked the deathglare in Freya’s eyes, the playful mockery that easily made them dance, the sharpened of her cheekbones.

He pulled himself upward as the false king tore the crown from my head. Cold rushed through me. The royal mark dimmed. The false king raised the crown. The child screamed. The sound ripped through Azure Tide. Every tower bent toward the open heart. The sea vanished. Not drained. Gone. We fell onto black stone. Raiken hit beside me. The false king landed on his feet, crown still in hand. A throne room formed around us. Columns rose from darkness, carved with serpents swallowing wolves. Red water ran through channels in the floor. At the far end stood a throne shaped from bones and black coral.

Lucian asked as he began to remove his upper body attire, leaving him shirtless as he walked over to the girl. "Annora, Milord," She knew why the King had invited her to his chambers and she was very much willing. Lucian walked around the maid as he let his primal instincts to feed take over. "Mhm, Undress yourself, Annora," He hummed as his eyes turned a darker shade of red. Annora did as the King requested of her and stood in her birth form. He pushed the girl unto his bed and began to unbuckle his trousers. Without hesitation, he entered the maid and continued to deliver strokes to his liking. This was not the first time men of higher ranking had taken Annora, but due to the King's size,

All of them gasped in awe. “Whoa, that's really cool.” Apoel said. “From the story that you got, what can you say this mural is saying?” Yuki said to the others without looking at them. They all examined the mural. Now that they know about the history, they had a better idea of what the mural was about. “This kingdom’s king refused the Scarlett King’s offer. Then they turned into scorpions. Then the downfall of the entire kingdom. The cities were destroyed by the Scarlett Army and it seemed that even the joint force lost.” Rose concluded the same thing that everyone else was thinking.