Coldheart Raid Novels & Stories

"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 “Your invitation was revoked months ago, and you know exactly why.”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!"

Rica smiled politely. When they settled, Angel went off to the east side with Arwel to play the adrenaline game they were talking about. It was just a simple game of the number of hunting prey. And whoever gets the most numbers will be the winner. Then, rogues came out to cause a ruckus but the Reeves cousins were already on their move. “Damn, I’ve got five here.” Marius clicked his tongue when he killed the last rogue on his side. “Yahoo, I’ve finally got eight this time.” Tiffania chuckled when she informed that and it was making Marius and Lincon whined.

Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off. Harold has a lot of Eaters surrounding him every day. Today, I am fighting six of them with my bare hands and the skills that was left in me for decades of trainings. I cannot let them eat another portion of Harold’s mind and heart. He must think of the happy thoughts; he is running fast from the owner of the bag he just stole with. He was fourteen years old, homeless and starving. He run out from the orphanage he is staying to find his sister, but he failed. Thus, he was walking and begging on the busy street of Toronto.