Coldheart Raid Novels & Stories

“I am John Chandos. I represent both the Grendel Guild and the City of Sweet Haven.” “Well, Sir Chandos,” Wilt asked. “How do we get rid of them?” He cackled, “Eager for battle, aren’t ya?” Wilt shrugged nonchalantly. “Taking down the raiders is part of our contract with the Mayflowers. If we hadn’t taken this quest, we might’ve ended up fighting the big shots back in the city. I think I can speak on my party’s behalf that we would rather face the raiders instead.” “Truly?” Sir Chandos cackled again. “With your party’s help, we could rid of these criminals once and for all.” His tone suddenly turned grim. “But these aren’t ordinary raiders, my good sir. These are Ashpile raiders.”

He tossed me the middle finger, “go to hell, for real. I don’t mind becoming your child’s father. It is the least I can do for an ungrateful person like you.” “And what would I ever be grateful for regarding you?” “My existence, motherfucker.” He sneered. I laughed lightly, shaking my head. Aiden made his way towards us. “Good evening, boss.” Evening Aiden. What’s going on?” I asked, refilling my glass. “We have news of a raid going on downtown. Should we strike? Seems they are from the opposing team.” He replied. “What do you think we should do?” I threw the question at both men.

Likes spontaneity; hides vulnerability behind charm. Lila Martinez – Harper’s best friend, energetic, impulsive, loves adventure and gossip. Riley Chen – Emery’s roommate, quiet, analytical, sharp-witted. Observant and neutral, keeps Emery grounded. Sasha Rivera – Harper’s chemistry partner, competitive, loyal, protective. Feisty and blunt.

"Oh - and thanks. It's short for Corazon - " "Spanish for heart," he finished for her. "I saw that on your profile and wondered if it was someone's idea of a joke, matching up a Corazon with a Valentine." Cora rolled her eyes. "Could be." Marla did have a sick sense of humor, but where would she have met Val - and if she had, why wouldn't she have kept him for herself? "Especially since it's February." Was it? Cora had to stop and think. How had January slipped by without her noticing? Then she remembered this morning's court case. Yep. February third. Damn, she was losing it.

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

Watson asked, walking up to Agenta, and grabbing her hand. “I told him, Cousin, you are a brave, wonderful man, be fast, be safe, and I love him.” She replied holding back tears from falling down her rosy cheeks. As Raiden stepped out onto the icy tundra his heart was pounding in his chest, he squinted his eyes looking for his rivals as the sting of the harsh wind sliced his face. “Where are you? You cowards!” His chest barrelled as he stood up straight peering at the dark figures moving closer through the storm.

he says coldly, “or I’ll burn your pack alive.” The world narrows to that sound, the promise of destruction, of blood and fire. Cassian curses. “Move!” The rogues charge. The convoy shatters and in the chaos, I feel it, the old fear clawing up my spine, the truth I’ve been running from crashing down. This isn’t just a raid. It’s a message that Kael’s not done playing his game. He’s just started.

"And the Core is perfectly stable. Because it’s anchored to you." He leaned down, his forehead resting gently against hers. The scent of rain, pine, and dominant Alpha enveloped her completely, drowning out the lingering terror of the Coliseum. "We declared war today, Little Wolf," Rhys whispered, his lips bare inches from hers. "In twelve days, Malakor is going to turn the Autumn Championship into a slaughterhouse. He will send every corrupted lineage and augmented beast he has into that octagon to rip this Core from my chest."

“Long time no see.” “You should not be here,” I said, moving closer with slow, deliberate steps that made him tense. “Your invitation was revoked months ago, and you know exactly why.” He chuckled, brushing invisible dust from his sleeve like he still deserved the right to stand in my presence. “I came because I heard interesting rumors. They say the infamous cold-hearted alpha has taken a fragile little thing as his mate. I had to see it for myself.” I stopped barely a foot away from him, letting my aura bleed into the air until several guests looked away, trembling at the weight of it.

He froze. "It was a narcotics raid on the border. You led the assault team, and I was on intelligence support," I continued. "The night before the operation, you told me that if you didn't make it back the next day, I should find a good man and marry him, not to wait for you. "And I told you that if you dare die out there, I'd drag you straight back from the underworld myself. "Then, you were shot. The bullet was only an inch away from your heart. I spent the entire night pacing outside that operating room, praying and promising that if you just survived, I'd ask for nothing else in this life. I just needed you alive!"