How Old Is Cruel King Block Tales Novels & Stories

Yeah she was seventeen and stubborn on so many levels but she also was a lot more mature than most girls her age. Raphael got up from his throne and cleared his throat to get everyone's attention in the room. The talking stopped at once and everyone’s attention was on him. He was almost as old as the King. He was around 930 years old and he was sired by the King. Raphael had wavy brown hair that was shoulder length. He had striking deep sea green eyes. Belle heard her little sister suck in her breath, she was studying him. Her sister talked to her through their mental link. "You can keep the King I will take him. He is built like a god."

"Who said this would be easy? The queen was clearly pleased with him yesterday, and today he's dead. He didn't even last twenty-four hours. She's so brutal—how are we supposed to win her over?" "It's impossible. We'll never make it back home. We might as well wait here to die!" Only I remained as calm as before, replaying everything that had happened the day before. The company had organized an overseas trip. Then the plane crashed. When we opened our eyes again, we had all transmigrated into a novel as challengers. Our target was the story's female lead—the Queen Rara McKayla. She ruled the world, peerlessly beautiful, yet notoriously mercurial. History recorded countless examples of her cr

All I could hear was my own heartbeat, fast and wild, like a trapped bird slamming against a cage. I took a shaky breath and looked at them. “Tell me one thing,” I said quietly. “This king—what kind of man is he?” They hesitated again, and that hesitation was answer enough. The oldest maid finally whispered, “Cruel.” The word hung in the air like a curse. Cruel. My throat went dry. “Right,” I said, forcing out a shaky laugh that didn’t sound like me. “Cruel. Great. Perfect.”

I don't know, but if I can get him to trust me, I'll be able to get him to open up to me. "Fine, I'll let him mark me, but I will not mate. I'm far from being ready for that." We ended the link, and I began to read my book again. It stated in the book that the kings were older than they really were. The oldest king was over five thousand years old before he got murdered by rogues. They never found the ones that killed him. Till this day, no one knows who it was. I was so into the book that Queen was the one who told me that Lucas was coming. I knew she was right because I could smell his scent of woods and cider. He always smelled good to me. I was always fighting not to touch his arm or wat

I was more than that! "No my king, but you have to intervene. Teach that damn girl a lesson. She is the one defying you and messing up my progress." "Your progress? So, once again you have no results for me and this time it is from a little wolfless girl?" The King's voice was sharp to me and I gulped hard in fear. He was in his fifties, but looked late thirties with brown hair and tan skin. His green eyes shined on his handsome face, a face of pure arrogance and evil.

Her eyes opened and she gazed upon Lucius' people: from big, slimy-looking creatures to ogres, trolls, witches, and any wicked people you could ever think of. She gulped down, "Oh Goodness." She whispered to herself and averted her eyes from the audience to the priest. The head of the council—portraying as the 'priest'—have been talking on how the first king killed thousands of mortals, how the second king called a truce with the mortals and how the peace remained constant for thousands of years. The three of them stood at the huge balcony. While the audience are standing outside the castle walls, gazing up to the couple.

My heart has been frozen since my parents were killed 150 years ago by someone they trusted. Sorry let me introduce myself, my name is Dominic Issac King, I am 300 years old and I am the King of Vampires. I have black hair, very pale skin, green eyes unless my vampire side is near the surface then they turn red. My vampires name is Caleb, he has red eyes and he is the more cruel brutal half of me. I have been told even us vampires can have a mate and that, that mate can thaw the frozen heart of even the coldest vampire, but I have only ever seen it once and that was my mother and father. I trust very few people after my parents got betrayed and because of that betrayal I turned cold. There a

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱ He was sneaking out of her room again and then another. It was comical to see the king sneaking in to watch my sweet child sleep. Calisto had become something like a dumb teenager - not that at some point he was exactly smart. "Come on, tell the truth." The demon in my mind mocked.

“Finally. Maybe now Mum can see she’s really not worth wasting breath on.” Kara’s sharp heels retreated down the stairs, leaving me alone with my sister. I could still feel her gaze from the reflection in the glass, the smug tilt of her chin, the satisfaction in knowing she had won this battle. I let the iron slip from my fingers, clattering against the board. It echoed through the quiet room, a small, hollow sound that made my chest ache even more. I swallowed back tears, wishing desperately that I could be invisible… but not like this. Not where they could still see me fail.

Empty. “Search the entire house,” he roared. Fear rippled through the mansion as men scattered. Bruno stood still, fists clenched, blood roaring in his ears. Was she in danger? Or— Had she tried to run? The thought ignited something primal. “If you’ve tried to escape me,” he muttered dangerously, “I’ll remind you why they call me King of the Underworld.” He stormed into his office and kicked the gift boxes aside, jewelry scattering across the floor like broken promises.