Cruel King Block Tales Fanart Novels & Stories

It was so beautiful and neat that I wondered why the king didn't like it or maybe the king woke up from the wrong side of his bed. Seeing the painting made me remember when I still painted people for free because I loved it; I suddenly had the urge to paint… Maybe that would help my boredom. Suddenly the king threw the large painting to the ground and matched it to a thousand pieces! "No" I nearly shouted audibly as I held my lips. "Make a better painting of me before I get back," he ordered as she bowed in tears and frustration. I watched the cruel King walk out of the chamber, leaving the lady to cry helplessly.

The process we had to undertake to get through the border-left little doubt in my mind that they were acutely aware of the lands immediately surrounding their pack. That was why we were here after all. After three years of near isolation, the king had run out of patience and demanded an inspection of the pack or risk starting a war. The pack had to agree, there wasn't a pack that could rival the King's forces. He was King for a reason. To werewolves, power spoke and the king had no rival even though he was getting up there in years. Stories of his ruthlessness, in uniting the werewolves, were still told in every pack, even taught in pack schools. After holding on to his title for so lon

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,"

I informed him woefully His brows furrowed and he shook his head in disappointment “I really did hope it was just gossips, but tell me, in what ways was it worse?” “Well, the king isn’t just angry and cruel, he’s merciless, greedy, arrogant and takes no care or pride when it comes to his lands and people. He takes all their money, while they waste away, he sent one man to the tower because he was late paying the high taxes, he’d spent some of the money on a doctor to help his wife. The king just spends all their money on wine and fine foods for himself. His bedchambers and study were about the only rooms in his entire home that looked rich, everything else was just cold and bare. He’s despic

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.

Adrian said finally. Vaelreth seemed intrigued. “No?” “I hate monsters.” The king’s brow lifted slightly. “And what do you consider a monster?” Adrian met his gaze. “Anyone who enjoys hurting the weak.” For a moment neither of them spoke. Then something strange happened. The Demon King laughed. Not loudly. Not mockingly. Just a quiet, genuine sound of amusement. “That,” Vaelreth said softly, “is an unexpectedly noble answer from a man who kills for a living.”

“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.