Coldheart Raid Novels & Stories

Maybe some fresh air would help clear my head and give me some clarity on what I needed to do next. It was crazy. Raiden is a fucking manipulator and I can’t believe I fell for his charms he planned all this just to get closer to me and that was who he was, always trying to get his way. “I will fucking kill Raiden”

Aria’s eyes narrowed. “Back to where it all began,” he replied, then strode off as if marching into battle once more. Aria wanted to call after him, but swallowed the words. She knew there was no turning back. If Damian Cross had returned, the storm had already begun. And Kai stood at its very center. On the television, the commentators spoke of comeback, glory, redemption. But the eyes on the screen promised something else: blood, vengeance, destruction. And deep in Kai Mercer’s heart, a voice whispered the cruel truth: if the ring pulled him back in, it wouldn’t only be his fists that bled.

But as the scent of her hair hit me—something soft, like vanilla and old books—I felt a jolt of something that wasn't in the contract. The "Cold Heart" was starting to thaw, and that was the most dangerous betrayal of all.

Ayden paused for a moment before answering, "This is Natasha Davis, my girlfriend," Ayden replied in a gentle voice. Natasha smiled at them sweetly making them smile back. Eleana who was chatting with Mrs David and another woman called Naomi Watts, felt her heart tighten hearing the word, my girlfriend. Even after such a long period, even after hearing the same word over and over she was still not used to it. Every time she heard him introduce Natasha as his girlfriend, she would feel her heart shatter and her world crumble down. It was a continuous reminder of the betrayal, heartbreak and humiliation.

The host must defeat the attackers and discover who is behind them. [Reward - Deathwing Angel hatch time is decreased by 50%] How the hell?

"We need to intercept them. The Frostfang are chasing Micah and Cinder." "How many?" Dax asked. "Dozens. Maybe more." "Then we ride." --- We rode east at dusk. Farrah, Dax, me, Ignis, Sol, Nox, and a dozen warriors. The bond guided us—Micah's thread, warm and bright. We found them at the river. Cinder was clutching the Heart of Winter—a shard of blue ice, pulsing with cold light. Micah was fighting three Frostfang wolves, his blade flashing.

Herrick whispered and pecked David's head. « Accepting the decision of Moon Goddess, they cherished the mate bond and made a promise to make it through whatever future might hold » The End of 'My Cold Hearted Mate'

“So it’s true. Mooncrest and Blackthorn walk together.” “Mostly,” Aria said. “We’re working on it.” Myra nodded once. “Good. Because the Frost Warden isn’t the only thing stirring.” That got everyone’s attention. --- The war room was full again. Myra stood at the head of the table, spreading out a map carved into hide. Red marks ran along the northern ridges—old routes, old battlegrounds. “Raiders,” Myra said. “Not rogues. Organized. They hit three of our outer holds in the last month. They’re using Moonstone dust.”

A family on the run. Blackthorn Northern Border Kai’s POV The army marched at dawn.Three thousand strong.Frostland raiders. Mercenaries. Witches.Rorak rode beside me grin sharp his raiders chanting low war songs.Draven rode on my other side eyes cold his killers silent, deadly.Veyra walked behind violet runes glowing on her skin blood magic humming in the air.We were coming.And nothing would stop us...

Hollow Choir (chorus): “Celeste Valentina Morau. Ten pieces. We only need one more face tonight.” The bloodstone on my forehead burns cold. Crown HUD (crimson, screaming): THREAT LEVEL: OBSIDIAN HOLLOW CHOIR – 12 ACTIVE VESSELS Primary target: Celeste Morau Secondary targets: All witnesses Remy steps in front of me, dagger glowing hellebore-purple. Remy (growling): “Over my dead body.” The Choir smiles with twelve stolen mouths. Choir: “That can be arranged.”