Coldheart Raid Novels & Stories

Behind them was the Royale hotel, a place where the only richest could afford water. My throat went dry as my heartbeat increased, my eyes quickly ran through the words written below. ‘Alex Bianchi and Diana Reynolds, caught again. This time they are attending the birthday bash of Stephan Holt. This is the third time they are spotted together, and they look fabulous together. Has the rich billionaire finally decided to settle down for none other than Europe’s famous model? We can’t wait to know more about these two lovebirds. What should be their ship name?’ “Basich.” I grumbled, locking the phone and dropping it on the couch. “Bastard plus bitch.”

Arham was drinking while Alya ' s word is playing in his mind .Her every words is piching his heart .He is heart broken ,the girl who love from the childhood ,do not love her .Love is far she even did not think him as her cousin .He chuckled thinking she think him as a gangster or her body guard.He gulp the glass of alcohol angrily .

Tying the band over my eyes, I crossed my arms. "Come at me with everything you have, because you only get one fucking chance." I let my aura roll off me a little, giving them a warning. If they hesitated, they’d be dead. 3…2… I sensed their heart rates accelerating. Raven lunged first, as I predicted. Grabbing the tiny brat by her head, I held her at arm’s length. She growled but without her wolf it just sounded like a fucking cat.

I am older, but I am weak and useless to them. I may be all of those things, but I am not stupid and I most certainly do not give up just easily. If I cannot get the recognition that I wanted and deserved alone, then I am dragging someone into this. And I am not the least bit conscientious. Eliana Deere, daughter of the admired by many Boss R, the one and only heiress to the throne, you will be mine. And you will make me the most successful pack leader in all of the vampire history.

The blood was a distraction, not a kill, but it gave her space. Across the room, Calderón never moved. His men fought like waves crashing forward, relentless and coordinated, and he sat with his wineglass raised again, sipping as though the carnage were a show staged for him alone. Leo’s fist cracked against a jaw. Cass’s knife flicked another back. Still, more kept coming. And both of them knew it: if they slowed, even for a heartbeat, they’d drown in the sheer number.

I am about to call off the chase as we are outside of the territory now. Then he growls at the sight before him. There are dead men everywhere. The scene is horrific. There are eight dead men around a cooled campfire. The stench of blood is sickening. I looked over the dead men, not one face I recognized. That is until I nudge over the last man. A man I recognize, a boy Vance, watched grow up. Our best friend’s son. Raiden. He may be a rogue and he has done some terrible things. But Vance still feels sorrow for the boy.

The Sky Raiders attacked from the rear of the Western Army and the Dread Knights from the north they drilled through the enemy formation as they are trying to rendezvous back to their lord and master. The first wave of Zerrohnians, led by Captain Khorn Blood Fang, arrived aiding his lord in battle as he ripped through several dozens of soldiers using his plasma axes. Khorn Blood Fang is well-known among the Iron Wolves as an “Ancient Venerate Fell Fang berserker” – hailing from the Red Ring Zone of New Dawn. The Red Ring Zone is notoriously known for Fellbeast spawns and its harsh living conditions – making it near impossible for anyone to live unless they are part of the Blood Fang tribe.

in a world that had forgotten how to feel. The Feral Six have reached the Aurelian Hub, but the AI in charge has gone rogue, viewing all life as a pollutant. To get the seeds, they must break into the "Heart of the Machine" without triggering the thermal alarms—meaning Kael must stay "Cold" and Elara must lead the way through a mechanical labyrinth.

Even the moonlight felt distant, veiled behind an eternal frost. When we reached the land of Zareth’s Brood, battle broke out almost immediately. They were strong, feral, wild, wolves that had forgotten how to shift to their human side, but Xareth’s army had grown monstrous. His power was unmatched. I stood back as blood stained the snow. By nightfall, the rogues had fallen, most of them dead. The few who survived either fled or lay groaning on the battlefield, broken and forgotten. As the dust settled, Xareth turned to me. “Now,” he said, “get the Heartstone.”